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those black swirls of ink spoke,

as the frayed cord began to unwind

deeply with growing pressure inside,

catching that precious falling wave

roots running deep within the earth,

cracking pavement with loud grinding

jagged lines revealed the earth beneath,

that fragile heart now shattered into peices

there was torn paper which revealed everything,

she was desperately trying to imagine a better time

in a desert where water was nowhere to be found,

her wilting flowers died in the sunlight with dedication

the peaceful death of their beauty,

will never bloom again