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No Flies For Love 

Time flies…

There are no flies

When love dies.

Death comes as lies,

Bottles the butterflies

slithers in where you lie

Time flies…
Time-Flies
There is no flying when love dies

There are only severed ties

Loose ends and bloody lies

Unseen wounds and silent cries

Wounded pride and wings that no longer fly,

Time flies…

Wounds never heal no matter what you try

Tears no longer flow when you cry

And nothing satisfactorily answers the question “Why?”

The butterflies no longer fly

There is the stench of death yet still no flies

The world changes, motionless you lie

Yet time just … Flies

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