Her
Behold her bloom!
Recall her name!
the fruit you eat
eats you the same.
Though the branch holds you,
you hang!
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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