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Sep 2015
Hope comes in small doses,
just enough to keep
butterfly wings
intact as they
float above
the bleak,
empty
plain.
biche
Written by
biche  56/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land
(56/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land)   
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