Black Flowers
For a bleeding vase
filled with cold, red water
For the stained, white feathers
covering flightless, broken wings
For those who tried
and thought that time could be fixed with scotch tape
For the one who used to care
wanting the truth
For the one who would have searched forever
wasting what time was left
To the one who gave in
I give you black flowers
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