Harvesting You

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Revisited experiences, punctured hearts, splitting into words full of intellectual nonsense.

Seeds sow, bloom attempts, a hollow environment where sadness grows instead.

Photographic memories, life clinging to life,
A desperate reach for photosynthesis.

Bonded by pain.

Nothing grows above the soil, yet the rot below the ground holds flesh that can’t be forgotten.

When the minerals exhaust, all of that existence ceases…

And we harvest past the past.