a flower caves in to wilting
the wind caves in to eternal roaming
should i cave in
to the agony I am experiencing?
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Epiphany
Poetrye·piph·a·ny {any moment of great or sudden revelation} A boy contemplates his fragile and failing relationship in the backseat of his car, at 4am.
{4.11 am}
a flower caves in to wilting
the wind caves in to eternal roaming
should i cave in
to the agony I am experiencing?