June 16, 2009
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Black butterflies in my heart
Flutter with no hope
Finding honest acceptance is hard
When you have no clue how to cope
Permanent carving in my back
In the raw of my flesh
Communication between the koi are in lack
From the barren deserts of Phoenix to Bangladesh
I never asked to be your white angel
I never asked a word come from your lips
Nor have I asked you to make an impossible angle
Or cause a want's trip
It didn't take long to recognize
The solid state of realize
It's too late to apologize

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