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Mar 2014
Why
How is it that you still get to me underneath
after all this time we have had beneath?
Deep down low I have buried
all the emotions that constantly vary.
Irritating me to my core
making my entire soul sore.
Why does it have to be this way
with every ounce of what you say?
The Butterfly
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The Butterfly  in Neverland
(in Neverland)   
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   Pure LOVE
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