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Someone once told me that butterflies only live for a year so could you tell the ones you left in my stomach that they've overstayed their welcome? After you left, I catch myself running my fingers over the things you touched the most. I just want to feel the warmth of your fingertips. I just want to know if the sound of my heartbeat still sounds like windchimes to you. —J.N
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
Butterflies
Someone once told me that butterflies only live for a year so could you tell the ones you left in my stomach that they've overstayed their welcome? After you left, I catch myself running my fingers over the things you touched the most. I just want to feel the warmth of your fingertips. I just want to know if the sound of my heartbeat still sounds like windchimes to you. —J.N
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
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