Where Can i Get Some?
Love does not
have a price
nor is it sold in the market,
it grows very quietly
and sits
wherever it finds
a soul.
“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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