Hungry For You
i devour
any glimpse of you
a picture, a post, a rumor
it takes no effort
to fall into memory
of the inches i came
to happily ever after.
“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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