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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

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011

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