It was when I wasn't, when I birth
Without being born
No torn, only It, some blessed thorn
One, It, if not me...Be It
Empty, as my heartof me, beside you
Did I hear, the call?
Or the call, didn't hear me...Must It
The cry had no sound,
Screaming, was to bound
Allow me, allow me,
To be It...I am the flower,
It, no butterfly.
By: Juli Monat
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