ripping the butterflies from my gut
to set them free on whispered gusts
between lavender perfume breezes blow
they twist roll and twirl in an aerial show
dancing thank you to me -before they go
you run in my veins and on my brain
but the light inside me swiftly drains
inject me with more
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
ripping the butterflies from my gut
to set them free on whispered gusts
between lavender perfume breezes blow
they twist roll and twirl in an aerial show
dancing thank you to me -before they go
you run in my veins and on my brain
but the light inside me swiftly drains
inject me with more
...scrape me up off the floor
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