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There is no finality
to the mind
that embraces the empty
She's a meadow

of wilted flowers

once in bloom

but broke too soon

how quickly

the parched ground

devours

its own
she never told me
she was made of glass

if I had known

I would have never let
her slip through

my fingers
 Jul 2020 sassybutsweet
Han Drew
Sun
 Jul 2020 sassybutsweet
Han Drew
Sun
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
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