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Broken Flowers
Shattered in the storms...

A murmur from the quaking hills,
That bleeds through every crack...

Tight red dress,
Clutching her skin...

Butterfly With Midnight Wings
The moon shimmers upon the lake...

I look into the furnished room,
And see but empty chairs...

Into my sub-conscious mind,
I find a place of drain...

Icicles of stars,
Cold against the moon...

Angels cry trechery,
Creepers lurk to smile...

Creaking of the willows,
As they rest by this lake...

Bloody broken streams,
Cracked to make a mend...

I hear thoughts flicker,
Like the swaying lamp...