-Death of Pain through Poem's-
-Iterate-
I rember saying
I love you
And watched those words
take flight
only to crumble from the sky
like dead butterflies
before they reached you.
RFS 7-5-14
-Spithre-
My pretty moth
used to mock me
with her ability to fly away.
leaving me to die slowly
as the spiders sipped the necter
that once was my heart.
RFS 7-9-14-
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