blessing.

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i slipped through the brokenness
of my shriveling world

faded gently with the glacial breeze
languished in the dull images
of my liberated catastrophies

and explored the harrowing tales
of my decayed golden days

to forage for a blessing
before it comes apart
unceasingly
in shattered regrets

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