Ennui

Time slithers away Fed to the infinite void that is the past It slinks slowly into the present. Why do blood and roses share the same color? A crimson droplet A crimson petal Both fragments of life One salter that the other Throw me in a cage And watch me bite at my tail; A ravenous dog ruined by the boredom of captivity Tick tock Another droplet Another sliver of life It falls into the puddle Back into the void.

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ValeLuna

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