and breathing
waiting
for light
to control our rise.
Like a blooming flower
compared
in beauty
to your eyes.
A roaming drive
trying to find
that a hint
of thoughts
has crashed
hard to the floor
staining underfoot
with blood no more.
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| Bleeding and breathing waiting for light to control our rise. Like a blooming flower compared in beauty to your eyes. A roaming drive trying to find that a hint of thoughts has crashed hard to the floor staining underfoot with blood no more. |
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