depart
on the wings of a monarch butterfly
gold and black against the hot blue sky
double back
for a memory you'd rather not see
playing on the big screen
surround sound engulfing everything
every word you want to write
every time you close your eyes
every song you want to sing
it's burned in the rings around your eyes
the lines on your thighs
from the heaving of your lungs
to biting your tongue
it is engulfing everything
when will you set it free?
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