Weep for tomorrow in Feelings
- Feb. 28, 2018, 9:31 a.m.
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Each droplet a vessel, carrying a treasured memory, a forgotten future.
The eyes bleed their words, longing to be heard.
Taking the road less travelled, urging their escape.
To desolate ground they find their final resting place.
But their death brings new life. Their vessel feeds the patient seed waiting to sprout
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Crystal Apple ⋅ March 01, 2018
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