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Apr 2016
He sees me as a dragonfly
though I've long ago lost my wings
and the colours on my body have faded to black
banned forever from the light of the stars.

He sees me as an angel
though I've been thrown from Paradise
on this ****** Earth
to pay for the sins covering my dusty soul.

He sees me as a warrior
but I am just a scared mind
I weep andΒ Β hide
I can't fight
in front of the pain with my useless arms I die.

He thinks I have saved him
in his imagination I'm still flying
in the lights of evening's golden sky
while the sun sets it's beauty on the colours of my soul.

*He thinks I am angel
while I've already been condemned
to the eternal hell.
"You mean to say that you can LOVE a piece of buttered toast?"
"Only some, sir. On certain mornings. In certain rays of sunlight. Love arrives and departs without notice."
"Is it possible to love a human being?"
"Of course, especially if you don't know them too well." ​

(Charles Bukowski, Notes of a ***** Old Man)

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Aeerdna
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