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| perfectly_chaotic |
the flame was bright and red thousands of words crumble the ashes and entropy they say the words are irrecoverable to me they seem soured diamonds etched into vascular tissue little craters of vestigial feelings the once cherished words despised truths of what once was and now time to search to sift through the muddy ashes to find what remains looking through despised poems the burnt poems the fire could not burn the memory of the feelings now i look in vain for news in the ashes i try not to die miserably for lack of something that was once found there |
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