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"Butterfly"

Another long day grows into a fake.
To bury the sun is minor mistake.
The whisper of wings like sorrowful breath -
Complition of flight is rising of death.

Betray feeble games. Abandon sick dice.
A sinister world is child of the vice.
Remember your fate, take wing to the sky -
No one chance to live. No one chance to try.

Stay a butterfly alive -
Take my blindness to the star.
Faded light gets through a rive,
Heals my crimson bleeding scars.

Silk of words decieves the past,
Blurry thoughts forget a lie.
Whirl away an empty trust, -
Awful dreams should tell me why!

(06.07.08)

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