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Jan 2011
I would never use butterflies
to describe how you make me feel:
Too predictable.

I would never use the weather
to describe our times together:
Too consistent.

I would never use love letters
to describe our conversations:
Too eager.

I would never use poetry
to describe how you make me feel:
Too bad.
Written by
Katie Jacobsen
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