hearts ago I was a mountain
my summit so far up in the clouds
nobody would dare climb it
in fact covering an equally deep abyss
so nobody would see how empty I felt
a sigh from now I'll be an ocean
Strewn about the vase the petals a vestige of a gone beauty randomly, perhaps Gathering the withered soft and dead dryness the mind but wa...
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