And secrets fall from lips like dying petals in a forgotten garden.
My heart whispers in forms that twenty years of reason and cognition have rendered useless.
If only you could hear what i have seen for aeons before this zero.
To never feel our wings melting.
We are all spirits trapped and dying. trapped and dying.
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