the black wings of
a butterfly
are on top of the
red slice of
melon
she fabricates
some stories
from there
she says i cannot
say i am not
part of the black wings
the slice of the red melon
fears are embedded
on the red blood and
... finally i resign, she
never knew what a poem
means, to me it is my universe.
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