35.Enigma

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With a smile,
without a scream,
I was living forever in a daydream.

With a glance,
a rare butterfly enigma had appeared,
with tears from an amalgam I saw,
we were drowning
and it ended, almost going crazy.

That pain was always worse,
without a bit of honey to heal her.

  Held in warm, protective hands,
sewn with linen thread.

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