Paper moth wings
fly at dusk
and the green feathers
fall from the trees
I watched her
leather red lips
blow out
cotton ball clouds
And her marble
brown eyes
stare at the
blue eggshell sky
The sky is broken
she whispered
Paper moth wings fly at dusk and the green feathers fall from the trees I watched her leather red lips blow out cotton ball clouds And her marble brown eyes stare at the blue eggshell sky The sky is broken she whispered |

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