Butterflies Die

Briefly, a small thought of you today.

Made me wonder why the butterflies seemingly vanish, never to stay.

I lie here half sober; sane.

I lie here; euphoric feeling no pain.

Then I am quickly reminded of your need for vain, and I am suddenly besotted with an absolute knowledge of why we are no longer friends.

 

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