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Aug 2018
My heart yearns for a thousand butterflies to be released from this cage that was meant for
A single demure bird

It's chained to the bottom of a twisted, lonely, teneberous abyss
As it is trapped inside
A single crooked verse

When it should be soaring high above singing songs of a thousand lovers love, instead here it sits
A single broken part
Written by
Pyrrha  19/F/Texas
     sushii, Mike and A Simillacrum
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