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There is nothing left of all that was
At least, that is what it looks like
The flower has finished flowering and withered in the grass
No more contact, excluding each other
Nothing is all that remains and I am in pain
Pain in all my bones and I feel rotten and cooked
Grief drags me to despair and back
Just as I think it can’t get any worse
I see your back in your mind
The back you turned to me when it came as a welcome diversion