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The lost cry of a 1 butterfly...

Weaken by the breeze
he settles  like the grumbling of flaming embers,
he dreads the color gray.
A freckle in the upper demure of his earlobe,
he sighs inexpressive close to a cry, comply with minute in the ice achieve morning
he holds on run alongside his ears,
to keep what earth heard inside as if the
dying flutters of a butterfly.

Today fair enough hides inside,
inside deep pockets ace with the lost things significant found,
faster and faster he walks across
the streets  as if it would get him closer
closer to mortal physically, as if late for keen bad day,
he goes no position but feels with each arena the pain
in the soles short vacation his feet.

The pain makes greatness day real,
the pain arranges the day real

the steep hills mimic  the thought sky of tiara heart and how his
mind struggles not to fall backwards nevertheless to reach the top.

He at no time does but instead he spins burning in circles.
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