A shooting gun
Straight in my chest
Opens an entire world
Of flowers and bones
And black butterflies fly away
Making me empty again
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The shadow through
Poesía"Small circles and small steps back and forth till it makes no sense."
Butterflies
A shooting gun
Straight in my chest
Opens an entire world
Of flowers and bones
And black butterflies fly away
Making me empty again
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