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rebuilding myself with feathers and paper scraps the glue, flimsy, but it needn't be stronger, for it is my shell; Crack, bleed and I will emerge reborn a butterfly once more this isn't my tomb, no It is my metamorphosis.
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Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
Metamorphosis
rebuilding myself with feathers and paper scraps the glue, flimsy, but it needn't be stronger, for it is my shell; Crack, bleed and I will emerge reborn a butterfly once more this isn't my tomb, no It is my metamorphosis.
Lucida
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31/A/USA
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
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