Wilted petals are hard to keep
If even the bloom was delighted in once
We cast them aside for newer additions
And call the exchange reasonable
But where is heart without death
Where is mercy without decay
Can living be celebrated without notions of non-living?
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The Penultimate Pleasures
PoesiaA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
