orange skies
glowing with the remnants of a sunset
butterflies
flying in the aftermath of unrest
place your eyes
on what looks to be beautiful
plagiarize
if it strikes you as suitable
more defined
means less opportunity for creative liberty
mortified
of being absolutely lonely, native to the city
spoil me
but you only further my demise
loyalty
my eyes have strayed never from the prize
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