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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