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They say I must learn to kill
the things that might haunt me;
without a second thought.
They say I must forget the past,
the things that may still be

Past loves float around me,
I can't kill them clean.
I can't long for futures
in my game of make-believe

In the worlds inside me,
may the dragons roam free:
I'm no hero;
I lick my wounds sore
and still, I cannot worship
the raven
in the storm

My avatars
are the only things
that bleed.

I cannot be
the perfect being
that kills


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The following comments are for "Butterflies are frail beings"
by Dew Of Blood

Oh, Lovely
It's like a conscious juxtaposition between duty and moral fibre. But I love this poem and I think there are words in it that we can all relate to.

( Posted by: Lord_Snotty [Member] On: March 15, 2004 )

Yes, Butterflies Are
I love the title and I love the poem. I love the fragility you depicted.

( Posted by: PETERPAULINO [Member] On: June 18, 2004 )

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