wasn't meant for this world
dead butterfly with its wings spread
a ghost stained against cement
the imprint of something that once was
I wonder how far it flew
if it was running away
or going to?
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mind over matter
Poetrya collection of poems about ideas and people and feelings that never leave my mind
