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by norvang - Scorpio

a'butterfly'never'set'its'wings'like'the'fairy'dreams'
where'there'is'no'heart'
a'butterfly'will'not'exist'
only'days'though'love'will'live'inside'
forbidden'by'thunders',tackled'by'rain'
there'is'no'more'praise'left'
love'is'gone'and'live'is'impaired'
knowing'the'butterfly'has'no'more'love'
then'the'heart'has'drown'with'the'flow'of'the'cover'sound'

so'passionate'by'past'and'so'despair'by'present'
earth'fairies'are'ex-remarkable'
killing'by'time'
hate'by'crime
love'was'lost'by'humantize'
let;us'help'through'pains'and'homicide'
to'yield'these'elluding'minds
and'let'the'butterfly'rest'and'die'

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 1999-12-13 22:20:03
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:35
Poem ID: 54017

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