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Jun 6
It slipped
between cracks
light-bound
Unspoken
a weather
not forecast
but felt

The soil rejected it's guest
Yet something ruptured
Through splintered stone
A ghost within petals
its color fading into the void

I learned the shape of absence
by the scratches
in fractured glass
By the dust
In clouded mirrors

Here
stillness takes sides.
silence holds a pulse
With a heart that beats

What softens is not often spared
petals peel inward
altars consume what kneels too long
What speaks too much

I prayed anyway

No name holds this here,
but I know where the garden fell

Thereβ€”
where liquid gold
Has a ****** tinge
and sufferance grew gracefully
To fully blossom
In the cruelest manner

Where the core fractures
So the ground may hold it's glory
πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–
Sora
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Sora  17/F/United States
(17/F/United States)   
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   Coleen Mzarriz
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