You brushed the dust
from the butterfly's wings
and smothered the firefly's light.
You robbed the daisy of its seeds
and blotted the color from Spring.
You stilled a spinning child
watching her skirts
twirl unhindered;
arms extended, giddy with life,
because she made you dizzy.
In a breath of exhaled pessimism
you've shamed the sunset
for smearing a perfect sky
and cursed the stars
for dazzling the black of night,
because you love me?
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