asadyounglad
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P E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow.
D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utter.
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A recollection of poems I made.
Highest rank: #27 in Poetry August 3, 2016