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Poetry

I recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.

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by Closeted_Weirdo

by Closeted_Weirdo

"And I ..."

and i loved her,

all of her,

for how i watched her

crawl beneath my skin

and into my soul.

and i loved her,

all of her,

for how she would glide

over my dark fields

and leave trails of roses

left to grow.

and i loved her,

all of her,

for how she devoured

me whole

and made sense

of all of my bones.

but most of all,

i loved her,

all of her,

for healing my pieces

and guiding them

all back home.