Tragic Butterflies/by:Haunted Lunacy
That mask that you wore, /
made of tragic butterflies, /
my heart bears the scars.
Sewn/by:Haunted Lunacy
Lips sewn tightly shut, / just one word can lose a heart, / whisper through the threads.
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