XXXVIII
#inkmine
It's cold
At the end of love
Broken and bitter
From the constant battle
Forgetting to nourish it
Forgetting to water it
Until it withers
Love
In bloom
Is so delicate
Fragile
Needing watered
Needing tending
It weathers
The worst
And fights to survive
But will eventually fade
Without
Being tended to
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