Millions, millions and millions
Of fire butterflies
They settled in my body
In my stomach and my voice
To the moment to see you going away
Without looking
To my eyes
Full of biggest pain.
If you were to nail me
A dagger
In my back full of pain
It would hurt less than the pain
That your eyes transmit me
When plenty of splendor
Olympically they ignore that the sap
Of your spirit feeds
Of my green tree
And that the dry madness
Every day is gaining places
Of my withered eyes
Full of fear.
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