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Butterflies -- 07/2015
What is this?
A flip. A flop.
A rustle of the feathers
Its all bringing back memories
Better times
Better places
Oh, but look at that face!
Heart beating faster
Pitter. Patter.
Quick! Look away!
Don't catch that gaze
It's written all over your face
Play it cool
Don't be a fool
Raise that gate
Shh! Wait....
What is that knocking....
It's fate.
Sunday 1st November 2015 3:08 pm
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