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Mar 2014
She was like a migrating butterfly
beautiful for a little while,
but gone before the summer ended.
She takes her bright, happy colors with her,
probably never to return.
But that’s ok
because forgetting her bright happy colors,
it’s like chasing the horizon line.
Absolutely impossible.
Bex
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