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Nov 2014
Butterflies
don't exist
when you
talk to me.
Instead, I
feel at ease,
as though I've
known you my entire life. The rest of the
world is silenced to a low buzz, not quite
"you and I", yet we still have our very own                  ittle infinity.
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