XI. Lost
City of Butterflies,
Finally made it
But things don't feel right.
Chasing feelings;
It all hurts
Time to time.
Graveyard shift,
Working mental gymnastics
Till the sun rises.
So alone
In this place I call home.
Wings losing light—
Fluttering in the dark.
Supposed to be king
Is there where I fall?
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