My look was
A simple firefly,
Who ventured
To approach
To the black fire
Of your eyes.
Your pupils were
Flowers
Devouring of love
And excitatory
Of my anxiety.
My thousand
Audacious fireflies
They were devoured
By the darkness
From your eyes,
When venturing
To the blackened
Forest
From your sight.
And I never felt again
In the same way.
My look was a firefly
Lost in delirium
From your dark sight.
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