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Dec 2017
I have a friend who collects butterflies.
She saves the beauty left behind
once their bodies are dead and
their spirits have fled.
And I wish I could explain to you,
that in this very same way,
your walls of glass may cage my heart,
but my soul stills wanders this land
in search of a love that does not ****.
olivia g
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olivia g  18/F/OH
(18/F/OH)   
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