weak illusion.
i bend over.
i scratch and screech and shriek
sunburnt skin won't fit
it's ivory what my teeth beg for.
but when i touch my face, it's dead cells and dirt what i remove.
it's our dead love what's washed away.
then you left, and all those butterflies were born
to die and lie around me.
wind hit the walls, a breeze cut my eye
ivory skin, now gone.
you should've closed the door, you should've turned back.
cause now all my feelings were swept away.
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