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Mar 2016
what am I doing here?

the butterfly asked
as she looked around the chrysalis
she thought she’d left behind

how can so little change in so much time?
what am I doing here?

the butterfly questioned
as she struggled to take flight
a flight she’d mastered many times before

how can so much change in so little time?
what am I doing here?

she asked herself
as she felt her form change once again
and found that she was a caterpillar, wondering

am I still able fly?
Lady Ace
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Lady Ace
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