Butterfly in a paperbox
I carved a wooden heart
let darkness claim beat
waxed a pair of smitten eyes
no secrets to keep
my playground is your town love
dolly-people ‘r toys
these rotten cemetery streets
and purple vained boys
if I had the will to grow
wild flowers out of dust
this place would stay a hole
nobody’s to trust
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