By: Anonymous
What did the retina say to the heart
Hurry up darling, it’s getting too dark
I’m fumbling, fading, falling apart
It’s too late now
All that remains is encroaching necrosis
AnastaMoses blocks the red sea with roses made of lipid lily pads
What God gives creation, he taketh back
Time is our deepest mortal enemy
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