Fractured
into snippets of
brushstrokes
and dead seeds
I wander
along the path
of rancor and malice
Is it so important
to be right
Is it worth it
to leave hearts weary
and heaving for oxygen
I ask you
Is it worth it?
Was it?
For it is done
and now
you
and I
must lounge
in its memory
into perpetuity ~
leave it rotting
while
launching all
toward
loving acceptance.
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