Flies
A Sense Of Emptiness - Broken Wings
uncouth butterflies traipse
arduous treks at a colorless pace,
as broken vessels detour
unwelcomed, roaming cure
forsaking loves allure
heartaches fulfilling sorrows darkest space.
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