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Dec 2020
Conflicted
Internally tormented
Butterflies come alive
Just beneath the flesh
Some with
Wings of razors
Others soft as silk

Call the exterminator
The pests won't leave me be
They flutter about
Collide and ****
Dead ones floating in the blood

- Jay M
December 8th, 2020
They flutter about, and I know not why.
Jay M
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Jay M  19/Gender Fluid/the void
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