Poem -
Spilt Milk

Denial is a gift that
nobody ever promisedĀ
Regrets are just asĀ
Combustible as stars,Ā
Only much more fragileĀ
Glass may shatter andĀ
Plants may wither but
You are the echo of theirĀ
Limbs embracingĀ
DemiseĀ

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