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Do you, butterfly, crushed beneath impossible wheels
have patience for these crushed little fingers
as they claw you a casket of blood, dirt, and tears

death does not wait
for even the exceptional and beautiful.

Dear One
are the mice in your veins as restless as
the mice in my stomach
gnawing at the heart of fate
and begging for life

But you answer the call of change
like the blind embrace the ditches they stumble upon
like an ugly face accepts loveliness
like a pillow molding from overexposure to wails of agony.

You open your mouth and consume the sun
your soul becoming the breath for birds
and angels.

-D.E.M