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Aug 2020
Im a butterfly
Not because I’m graceful or pretty
No.
But because if you touch me
I crumble
I try and fly away
From dangers way
But his hands still grab at me
Nobody
Touch
Me
He touched me first
Even after I tried flying away
So now you touch me
And I fall to your feet
In fear
Meadow
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Meadow  16/Hell ;)
(16/Hell ;))   
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