what if equilibrium
were a fractalled mirror
what if we held it
half of it in the light
half of it in the darkness
and looked at ourselves
would we not cry
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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