amber sky blue sky
this love will never die-
how stealthy how sly, this needle in my veins
like a stigmata scars creeping across my eye.


but butterfly, oh flutter by
tell me how this knife feels upon your eye
how will you fly by
without wave or waiver to-
this heart you clung to so tightly.

so this is it for us,
like the downtown bus,
every night is the end for me.

so tell me flutterby, will this love ever die?

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