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[bleeding_rose]

Trying to grasp
Tiny feathered fragments
Of your broken words, and
Empty thoughts
As the wind scatters them
From my reach.

The song is on repeat
I am criticised for it
When I know no different,
Without the sun
There is no light
Here.

Touched, without feeling
Cruel, without knowledge
Silent, without contempt
Nothing, everything.