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| pushpins |
A wilted butterfly drags her petals Along the sidewalk Where a deceptive daisy Delves her roots. Her wings file themselves down, Touching the edges of her painted shadow Which fades As the sun yawns and rests. Across town or up in the sky A toneless girl Looks into her reflected eyes On the glass, snorts a line of cloud And floats with all the pretty butterflies Who know where they are smoldering in the sun. burned and raw she falls into the ocean only to drown as Ophelia too heavy to attempt to float, too lost to know to breathe. |
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| frAnk | pushpins is squint's older sister in another world like this one but just a little different. | 021004 |
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| pipers |
wilted but perhaps not for long, wings damaged wings bruised but not broken colour faded but not washed out still flitting through the thorns still alive |
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