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Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
Whisper whisper little butterfly
so only I can hear

Flutter your wings softly and caress my cheeks
You are a cliche metaphor of happiness

But you are everything
and all of that to me
Written: February 21, 2018

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