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May 2012
You and I started off as children
and cacooned
until we became butterflies,
stretching our wings
to their fullest extent.
I think butterflies are beautiful,
each one with unique colorings
can choose to hide or be seen.
Our patterns work in sync,
and we chase each other
through fields and flowers
until I forget whose colors are whose
and which wings are mine, or yours.
They work better together anyways.
Written by
Paige Miller
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