A single crystal tear falling onto a page
Churning the ink with sadness
Leaking from the heart
Unable to tell the difference between scarlet plumage and a drop of blood
That feeling where all hope is shrunk
From a whale to a thimble
Small and reflecting truth
A dandelion wish blown from chapped bleeding lips
To never come true
Finding a seashell with its jagged unbuffed edge
When your balloon has burst leaving you
Only a small fragmented piece
That had been stretched too far with dreams
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