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Feb 2015
a butterfly spreads its wings
and flies towards the
burning sun.

its shadow
gently glides over
my pale skin
leaving me
breathless.

just like when i see you,
the butterflies in my
stomach start to fly,
and your radiant face
leaves me absolutely
*breathless
hannah andersen
Written by
hannah andersen  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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