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A butterfly's wing touches the edge of my soul
Causing my heart to shudder and freeze
An impact so hard and oh-so-cold
Like a never ending swallowing breeze.
A rose's thorn stabs into my mind
Causing my thoughts to stutter and soar
An impact so fierce and oh-so-blind
Like a never ending tunnel that only wants more.
A shadow's cry pierces my dying being
Causing my life to shatter and break
An impact so damaging and oh-so-seeing
Like a never ending bleeding stake.
My low life is no longer mine to carry
For what now to do than to not be merry?
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Kylee Cheyanne
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