Where flowers once grew
into the beautiful youth
of future generations,
an empty vessel lingers,
a product of years filled
with pain and lesions.
I’ve no sadness the
suffering is gone,
but how sad to lose
my ability to make such
marvelous little miracles.

✨Deferential Devil✨


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