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Logan Joyce #122731
11/2/2022

Dead Butterflies,
Once fed on heart’s youthful nectar of hopes and what could be,
Drowned in salty droplets of love lost,
Extinguished by pesticides of life,
Buried beneath weighted blanket of raw pain left unprocessed.
Former refuge, incubates virus of fear and doubt.
Administered cure, mutually muted, flightless feelings.
Rib cage net draws in starving
Butterflies.

 

 

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