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J.M.B

Perch on my fingertips

What is it you see
Through that veil between your eyes?
Do you see flowers?
A palette of emotional passion?
Or perhaps you feel the breeze
Over the thin façade
That hides your lies?
 
What is it you know?
About the future and all those things?
Something trapped within the past?
Lost across a dimension
Or maybe we are souls
Looking for a doorway
Drifting into our intentions.
 
The Question remains
Will you let me?
Let me in?
Or will you flutter away
Like the butterfly
Into a horizon
Past the reach of my kiss and sin?

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