Those beautiful, black butterflies.
Dancing- whispering. Fluttering,
blank goodbyes.
Capricious non-devils.
All sorts of mischievous-
light, what hells.
Enveloping you, from all sides-
waiting, for the bright moonlight.
To meet- the soothing- blue ocean tide,
risking, any, dark wavering heights.
The still warm sand at your feet.
Comforting you-
while you remain deep.
Fateful, in your sleep.
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