Scavengers
Vultures
are holy creatures
tending the dead
bowing low
bared head
Whispers to cold flesh
"Your old name is not your King,
i rename you 'Everything'"
“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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