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She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.

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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
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I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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I never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
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Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Beautiful Hell Woman
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If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
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Cage Freedom Myself Open
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Break Up Heart Herself Summer
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Broken Heart Heart Myself
I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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Call Mess Myself Poetry
Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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