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May 2017
I see an array of silver crocodiles
Iā€™m scared
they are unsettling
why would someone make them?
I pass them and look at them from behind now
only to realize they are not crocodiles but butterflies
I feel at ease now
they are beautiful
Iā€™m overwhelmed
I feel silly for thinking they were crocodiles.
Written by
littlefool  Dublin
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