BUTTERFLIES DIED

Butterflies died

When you first met me.

You could hear their screams and cries

As they burst free from your belly

And tried to fly.

Velvet wings, crashing down to either side,

Meeting high, along the spine.

Technicolor waves of beautiful light,

That only we could see.

Butterflies died

Inside you, when you met me.

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