putrescent

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Ancient luminescent butterflies
floating. Dancing in front of my eyes
coke a cola tears creeping, stinging
begging once wild elephants to die
its not there wisdom i seek
but a tunnel of magic that seems so bleak
I, and you. we walk hand in hand
unaware of the implication
of our once utter damnation
incipient moss growing as we
wonder forth glowing
seeking what cant be found
is the only sure enough way
to never stop the play
its never been the destination
that is the insinuation
that deserves glossy decimation
go after your piece of paper
as i seek out the price of wisdom
pain and blood, their price of living
it will never be over, thats the fear
waking up in front of a mirror.