Flowers and butterflies

You strip her wings, like confidence  What's left of her, hidden in shadow  Hope; we attach and we are torn.  You tear and you take. ...

You strip her wings, like confidence
 What's left of her, hidden in shadow
 Hope; we attach and we are torn.
 You tear and you take.
 Trauma. You see it in their faces. 
 Worn, from the inside and burned from within

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