of tears trapped within cacti of bitter goodbye
and when you look up
for that last threadbare ark of a guiding light:
'Myriad stars compete
with me to know my
worth in dark. A rolling
death of swans has dried up the lake.'-L. B. Mek
Fabulous imagery, feels totally novel and unexplored. Really like the creativity.-Brimelow
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