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Mar 2014
You are driven by a force way stronger than a gail
I prefer to move at the speed of a snail.
You charge into a space with no regard
which only makes me want to hide and guard.
You over power my senses
making me put up fences.
How should I relax and be at peace
when you can't seem to cease.
But something draws me time and time again
to your unrelenting grip on my heart
even though I know it's not very smart
I can't be without you ever again.
The Butterfly
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The Butterfly  in Neverland
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