The Unaffirmed
Withered zest of life, and ashes of bleak hope,
will have been seeping through the slits of this green heart,
For one that was not imbued with love,
is meant to forevermore remain dry and torn apart.
Copyright © Alex Ander | Year Posted 2023
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