i was trying to hold on
but my thoughts were
an umbrella turned
inside out from the wind.i pulled so hard but
the air had memorized
my flight and knew
that i was nothing.while it may be that
easy to lose your grip,one more gust and
it is enough to lose
your mind.
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.