Grow because
death is a plant
these errors are twigs
more regrets
furthering rooting
if it is too late
wreck beyond repair
souls, human or other
desire demise
no help
is available for them
for us?
we wait it out
thus we die in resignation
thus we die.
Nihilistic Poetry
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