The Dragonfly
Death has caressed the dragonfly;
I have him caught in my embrace.
His wings flutter, silent, in the wind,
paravent and lacerate.
No more shall he taunt me,
No more shall I give chase.
His death’s cause is vitric-clear.
I killed my dragonfly
Never knowing he was mine
until the moment him I held
in my deathful embrace.
My heart flutters silently,
paravent and lacerate
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