Violet Highs and Heaving Lows
i drink euphoria
gulping heavily
from an overflowing chalice
of genuine mania
and when the drink runs dry
and hope is lost
i lay down and stare
into the bottom of the empty cup
“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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