Flower In Rocks

I matter

She smiled finally

After gloomy years

Treadmill thoughts

Why am I here I feel very lost

Told my love was mistaken

Ever since, tremors

Curled up in forgotten corners

Dressing for her own funeral everyday

Silent morbid eulogies

Let me escort from your cave.

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