The Color of Dust by mindgallery
Like a crash course in biological
pain, straight through
the heart
like a lingering flower that
blooms in the rain
then falls
apart
we tried to save as
much as we
could
but where do we go back
to, when there’s
nothing
left
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Her Two Cents
when there’s
nothing
left
to save
where do we go back to
as much as we
could
we tried
the heart falls
apart
but a lingering flower
blooms in the rain
straight through biological pain
