Listless

The rain hangs like a thin curtain in the air
As i savor the citrus aftertaste of butterflies from another life
Listless. Heap. Of. Lifelessness.
Broken bodies of mass energy in the universe scattered
Above. My. Mind.
Leaving a sweet bouquet of
Freshly.picked.flowers.

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