Special: From Him to Her

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Butterfly.
and
Flower petals

Clasp of the gracious wings,
Slow dance at the flower paths,
While trying to find the perfect flower.

The seed of hatred but colorful leaves,
Painted petals with colors of the sky.
My hand touched your thorns only for a moment,
Draw in by your magnificent smell.

It feels like with that only one touch
Your poison took control over my body and is now flowing trough my bloodstreams freely, and now intoxicated in your doings I can't get enough of it.

Like a drug, an addiction.

The deadly path.

Like a love story,
Where only one was chasing another who never existed in the first place.

Like butterfly chasing a perfect flower.


Note;
I wrote small poem as special.
Look out for second one ^^

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