The space of micro

I thought

Every tear and sweat

Meant the same

As rain for grass

And sun for wheat

Unforgettable.

Then I watch

Blood lose

Variant age of crimson

Shedding same for ages

Inevitable.

I think as I twirl

In my pupil

You are less than micro

Because you share

The space of micro

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