In hindsight, I see it from a mile away as it comes swinging!
A sweet smile... a punch in my gut.
The butterflies stutter with broken signs of desire.
Trembling... losing iridescence. Crammed back into cocoons of distrust.
De-metamorphosized. Losing charm. Gaining calm.
Darkness growing in absence of trust...
In the stillness of cold lust.
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