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Butterfly

Icy cold it became, the room Melted it did, the heart Racing they were, the nerves Torturous, it was Torturous, it is Torturous, it will be Dreams me tormenting have been Confusion within set in has Excitement, mental, now overflowing and bubbling is Unknown what to do is, yet Perhaps Nothing what to do is
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robert-n-varty
South African
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Nov 3, 2011
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