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Jun 2013
On my way home today
i found a butterfly
I was the butterfly
You were me.

You saw that
My wings were broken
and swooped me up
off the ground
I offered no opposition
Appreciative of the help
You had to offer me
you picked me up
out of curiosity
and something else
But what?
were you curious.
Curious to see how the wings broke
and to see if you could fix them.
or curious to see if they had broken
in the same places
as yours.
In the end the question remains unanswered
because you don't speak the language
Of us butterfly's.
Written by
MITCHELL
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