Standing Tall
You are a church
of broken glass and Hallelujahs
you are haunted
like every other holy thing
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
STILL you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
“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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