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never strong; you were always weak Now our lives depict something bleak</i></p><p id="9dcf"><i>Each day, I lose another ounce of desire This tragedy has ripped from me my fire You both were so good — some very good liars I’m so perplexed; how did she lose her wires?</i></p><p id="441c"><i>I wish I could change the past This pain, I wish it wouldn’t last But the crows fly at full speed — at full blast Is there any hope left, or will our dreams be forever stuck in this cast?</i></p><h2 id="5be7">—</h2><p id="d434"><i>Hey, it’s me, <b>Jade Willow</b>. Thank you for reading my stuff — <a href="https://jadewillow.medium.com/illumination/poems-by-jade-willow-ec1f12f93803">All of My Poetry</a>+ <a href="https://www.amazon.com/g

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p/product/B08G1V485P?ref_=dbs_dp_rwt_sb_tkin&binding=kindle_edition">My Eccentric Poetry Series</a></i></p><div id="0b44" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/yellow-butterfly-series-poetry-40f0172952da"> <div> <div> <h2>Yellow Butterfly Series: Poetry</h2> <div><h3>Death | Depression | Loss | Darkness | Grief | Pain | Love</h3></div> <div><p>jadewillow.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*ozFuzNGqpzf5pwYu)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Yellow Butterfly Series

November 29th — A Poem

Stories Told

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As the crows fly I feel my soul evaporate and die Weeping takes over me because of all your lies This is a sorrow so deep, I feel I can no longer fly

The rain touches the sea I feel a agonizing regret for letting you be You were never strong; you were always weak Now our lives depict something bleak

Each day, I lose another ounce of desire This tragedy has ripped from me my fire You both were so good — some very good liars I’m so perplexed; how did she lose her wires?

I wish I could change the past This pain, I wish it wouldn’t last But the crows fly at full speed — at full blast Is there any hope left, or will our dreams be forever stuck in this cast?

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Hey, it’s me, Jade Willow. Thank you for reading my stuff — All of My Poetry+ My Eccentric Poetry Series

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