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My Dear Poet Jan 2022

.
in
her
eyes
there is a
butterfly on
fire flickering
from her
lies

.
In
her iris
it spreads like
virus fluttering
as it slowly
dies

.
in
the
white
of the yoke
tears now soak
her wings and
her cries
.
Notepad Dec 2021
Lifts my head up high
Finding peace at night
Eyes burns like fire
Hoping to be alright
If you see no stars,
then you know how many nights I've cried
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