Butterflies rampant,
plumes exploding
My head fighting my heart
my heart fooling everyone
Just a taste,
a glimmer?
Is that allowed?
The nonsense makes no sense
Nothing adding up
Which way to turn,
how much more to suffer?
Guilt is waiting again
To abandon, to desert
to rot under a blanket of woe
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