Flower petals fly out of my lungs
While I stand in the pouring rain
My paper skin flakes off at the slightest touch
I grip my hand to my chest praying the beating star inside won’t collapse
I wait
As the leaves growing to shroud my heart are picked by broken fingers
And I look up to see you, trying to reach for me
But being soaked in cold sleet

 

 

 

 

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