The sagging flesh aches as the slightest of breezeNears to strum my skin,So I flinch at the sight of leavesPassionately brushing past each other, foreseeingAn impending agony.As the crammed, fluffy clouds descendTo rest their worn bodies on my shoulderI plead them to leave mine for I no longer can carry them.Keeping up my pace withContinue reading “Senescence”
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