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Flown, sure.

Microscopic particles In the blossom of the sun Preemptive But vacant The rays of light Selfishly absorbed the night. A gentle whisper, An honest fight. Recycle the misunderstood Dabble in and run away Tease but make sure you forget That never, stood every day. I've been split apart Petal by petal To the roots of my sake, I welcome but hate Rebirth. Rebirth that never lived The intricate venom of a facade Peace painted in dimes Hiding the war with the excuse of time The seconds made the canvas, The minutes let it be forgotten, The hours let it rot away, But the days gave it life. The days gave it meaning And who am I to redefine what is written For a moment does not define its beat The rhythm does. So don't forget to stop and listen. Don't forget to stop. And listen. For every tune needs just that, Or it will go misunderstood, Fading out as we readjust Our melody of life.