The First Poem

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Go to sleep and close your eyes 

And dream of broken butterflies

They tore their wings against a thorn

You know the pain they have endured


Silver metal shines so bright

Scarlet blood that feels so right

Dream of that blood running down 

And wake up just before you drown


The wounds will heal, the pain will subside

So will the scars you tried to hide

But the memories will never fade

Not until the day you die

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