Wake up. Droplets of blood
Under the cocoons.
The butterflies are fine.
Dad gets a warm neck hug -
Flaming cardboard scarf.
He is always fine.
Didn't wake up.
Droplets of blood.
How are you?
Fine.
Adventure, hope or death wish -
You're not here yet.
That's fine.
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Author:
Hali (
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