o white butterfly at forlorn beginnings - -
[ reflection ] sears tangents of free-want
off those ink-veins in which you turn to tangle
and d r o w n ;

o glass flower at gallantry's end - -
should your neon cloak evanesce for another
wretched cycle of an eternity
i ask that you cast your green eyes—
d o w n .

—A mix centered on the fragile-beating camaraderie between
a [ paranormal vagrant ] , self-scorned to the ashen border
and
a [ valiant faux-specter ] , whom mortality disowned.

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