I was a dumb butterfly, admiring paper flowers on lonely Sundays.
When the blue in the sky died, I was born that day.
Maybe I gave you everything you never wanted,
Now look at how I emptied myself.

The Moon's in my every poem, because every night, with me, he fades.
Everything changed in a second while I stayed still as the hour hand of the clock.
I looked in the mirror one last time before going to bed,
Some curses do look beautiful in person.

𝑸𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆 : "𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒."

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