Only breathing in thick air and listening for signs of life,
Stymied flowers force their blooms underground, retreating from
The silence of the torrential rains, too loud to make a sound.
Repairing facades of clapboard houses with hot glue and tissue paper
As though this was a reasonable solution to our problems, while
Comprehending the inadequacies of it all and acknowledging the
Inequities of this life and of your conceptions of kindness.
Symphonies of melancholy play to the tempo of my beating heart as it
Measures out the loneliness found in lost flowers and broken houses.
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