Gardens and galaxies

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Don’t measure my pain against yours for no shade of dark nights comes with a scale to compare with absolutes of nothingness   My customised prison cell comes with dying, rotting flowers I once nurtured, everything futile, I weep as I wait to be finally one with what was once my pride   And maybe, maybe yours is the illusion of company like a thousand brilliant lights high up in the sky desperately trying to reach their warmth even as they blind you, burn you   How could we, strangers made from different stardust ever empathize without colliding and destroying […]