A Social Phobic's Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.


A lost butterfly,
another autumn,
the polished dail of time,
a season of flying rain,
eroded by the wind,
the lost butterfly,
broke into,
another nightmare,
still clinging,
to the dewy petals,
lamenting the time,
in the residual wind,
the beauty of the past,
what’s withering away,
isn’t just the autumn.

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