i am the sliver of the moon (quick on the heels of midnight) i am light, soft touches (of lips brushing flesh) i am an emerging butterfly (peeking out of its cocoon and pulling quickly back inside) i am the rush of air through my own lips (and the heartache that comes with so many losses) i am an aching pain (that is inflicted upon one's self) i am art (that yearns to be expressed) i am bitterness and resentment (and so much more than this) i am everything you understand (but only what I show you)

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