Small and delicate
it fell apart in my pocket
I hoped some how my love could in place lock it

It was dead near the road, surrounded by unnatural things
Hoping and wishing to somehow come back and glide on it's abstracted
wings

Flutters can't be heard through the yells of the sky
Realization won't be found
before together we all die
We are this butterfly
 
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