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Jan 2019
ripping the butterflies from my gut
to set them free on whispered gusts
between lavender perfume breezes blow

they twist roll and twirl in an aerial show
dancing thank you to me -before they go

you run in my veins and on my brain
but the light inside me swiftly drains

inject me with more
...scrape me up off the floor
Deborahlee
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Deborahlee  F/New Jersey
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