Devilish butterfly
in this darkness.
I am in captivity in
this tenderness.
Your whisper holds down more.
Only touching the sound waves.
On your breast are my
thousands of graves.
Suddenly you will take off as a butterfly
And you will begin the devilish dance.
My spirit will want to the sky
The last that i will see
your blinding glance.
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