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She


butterfly eyes
and sweetly flies
tracing the lines of her tears to touch the skies
following quickly into the shadows of she
so lined in the gravity of her sighs
and the starkly whispered cries
of memories, the false histories, twisted reveries
sunken far into the wilting frame,
pinned up into the masonry of ruptured ties,
raptured lies
steeped hotly into the funeral of they
splitting evenly the sickening disguise
of their deceptive compromise…
and softly goodbye

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