That Fits
it is such a fitting punishment
for a monster
to want something so much-
to hold it in your arms-
and know beyond a doubt
you will never deserve it.
“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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