Sunday 28 July 2019

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Chaos

I am the utter chaos
trying to conquer words
and I will continue
knocking at your door
whispering in your ear
the wind will bring butterflies
my voice will belong to the breeze
while that strange driving force
will make them fly
without them flapping their wings
chaos will free your mind
let me in, you will see
your hallway will turn wide.

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