Untitled One.

My apologies are weakness
cascading down like rainfall –
all too familiar and yet still
beautiful in transition.
No two quite falling the same,
but made of the same broken
particles of twice the sincerity
and one mound of pleading
empty words of collapse,
failure, and harboring defeat.

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