Inky
i would like to think
that the darkness inside me
is only ink
and when i'm hurting,
it bleeds out
into words worthwhile
“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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