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Butterfly Box

Every instant of wakening is another pin
in my heart butterfly box, preserved forever
Static and cold beauty
Dead and silent, now.

Metal lover wings, inside me there is
No place I can escape your empty
Desire, hard and cold, and you put
Me on display, again.

Flight interrupted, caught up in this
Crystal vision, frozen in time I
Shimmer like a mirror reflecting
The emptiness you live in.