• tsukinopoetry 10w

    Renaissance

    It grows and engulfs,
    it weeps and murders,
    it reaps
    the dreams of the damned.
    And now
    for I do not exist any longer,
    do not seek me in the chattering wind
    nor in the peeking crevices of grief
    for
    I am and I am
    underneath love,
    gray and forgotten.
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