Pierced Melancholy
Sweet strawberry scent from perfume shifted red;
Sour frown fills my head with dread.
The blush of a rose pierced my chest, leaving me more than dead.
Nothing has to remain unsaid.
Love's ultimate desire is to die.
Your hate stabs my lungs;
Freeing the butterflies that have since forgotten to fly.~~~~
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