Terrible Two's
there is nothing
more terrible
than waiting for the terrible.
i promise.
was the grief worth the poem?
No,
but you dont interrogate a wee
for what it does with wreckage
for what it's done
to get here
“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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