Vulture of a vulture.

Gone are pangs of my desire
For the calming touch of a lover’s hand.
I’ve lived in the desert for too long
Tears over her shan’t red these cheeks
An oasis to this heart doth never breathes.
Butterflies straight up extinct
Never to return.

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