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Silver blooded butterflies

Neatly folded black clouds threaten to take away the dry.
I feel almost relief that the sun doesnt shine.
Im almost possitive that i would melt. And this is something more, not just heart felt.
Its all the same news, all these dark sheets blinding the sight of truth.
The silver blooded butterflys, only tell the truth of lies.
And i know that soon the little comfort i have left, is fadeing away on the rocky path of another day.

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