Strange Thing
strange thing love,
even in the darkest of depths,
in an instant it grows,
bringing forth light to this dark scarred heart,
there it grows so fragile,
trying to bloom on nothing but the light it emities,
yet long after the wilted flower has but faded away,
tears water the roots every day,
in hope that light will return to this darkness
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