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Jan 2020
There are no butterfly's
in Winter but for these
hibernating ones in our
stomachs that come out
when we are touched by
those invisible waves of
vibration known as love.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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