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428 · Aug 2014
Butterflies
Nick Green Aug 2014
Overwhelmingly difficult to not overflow,
Teeth closed tight, a cage for the butterflies fluttering below  
They are called by an essence, an undefinable glow,
With incredible might, I still my breath and my heart starts to slow.  
After all, I slump defeated, slouched down and low,
Knowing what the timid will all live to know,
I could have said simply, good morning, hello

— The End —