i sit here with
full of longing
i can hear angels
singing my songs
i can hear flapping
butterfly petal kissing
i can smell nectar
offered to reaching
hungry probes
shudders in contact
fly away one more time
full for a day hunt
glides in front of me
showing lovely wings
grasping my focus
imprinting her picture
how beautiful she was
but have to go home
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