I can't recognize myself
lately;
I'm someone I use to know.
I think you took me with you
and I was oping you could
just leave me somewhere else,
because I've been waiting
for myself,
waiting for all the pieces
to come home.
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YOU ARE READING
BLACK BUTTERFLY
PoetryI recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.