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dance of the butterfly

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luminescent0513

Published: Jul 20, 2015

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_{you drink like a butterfly
sipping delicately from flutes
your lips stained with my blood
when i curtsy you smile sweetly
offering your hand, which i accept

we dance in a dark room full of silence and corpses

i trip and you lift me over my body
we sing along with the heartbeats
as the dance ends and i will di_{ss_{ol_ve}} by morning}

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_{i fed you my heart and this is how you repay me?}

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slenderblade

Aug 19, 2015

the glass turns a murky blue
and the life-dance became mnemonic throes
laced with patterns of hurt and anger

"i'm just a pill for your selfish fantasies"

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