cyanide infused flowers

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where are the stars?
which i used to once gaze at all night
where are my dreams?
which were once as high as those stars themselves
where's the madness?
now all is just a solidary routine
where are the flowers?
the books?
the love?
all i see are humans but no humanity

all that is now left
is the lingering taste and smell of
rust
cyanide
blood

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