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Lies

I feel ike my chest is caving in
a sucker punch to the gut
fetal position
lies
this mystery escapes me
like a butterfly to wing
the kitty in the garden
she pounces
but the clouds are covering the truth
and the snow on the mountains is crisp and new
die little butterfly

Author notes

I wrote this in the car on the way home today.

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