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The last time we spoke she said that caterpillars crawl all over her skin. I found that to be strange. She was 9 years old. Brown curly hair, green eyes, short attention span. When she called for me I would sing because her voice was a melody. When she cried her tears wrote symphonies. When she died I could see her name in the clouds. The last time we spoke, a few days after, butterflies crawled all over my skin
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
Butterfly
The last time we spoke she said that caterpillars crawl all over her skin. I found that to be strange. She was 9 years old. Brown curly hair, green eyes, short attention span. When she called for me I would sing because her voice was a melody. When she cried her tears wrote symphonies. When she died I could see her name in the clouds. The last time we spoke, a few days after, butterflies crawled all over my skin
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
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