Half a candle burns full light and flicks shadows on my wall tonight,
I raise my arms and make a face
and somewhere out in time and space
a star explodes.
I wonder why it's called the butterfly,
just for effect?
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
Half a candle burns full light and flicks shadows on my wall tonight,
I raise my arms and make a face
and somewhere out in time and space
a star explodes.
I wonder why it's called the butterfly,
just for effect?
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