Two Types of Sinking

into the grey;
love failed to linger;
escaped through drops
of hillside dew;
in shapes that look suspiciously
like human bodies mollified
by ceaseless rain;
by empty claims

into the lilac;
hope feared to shimmer;
amassed in broken
childhood dreams;
in cries that sound suspiciously
like dying poets petrified
by futile words;
by arid tears

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