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butterfly effect

hesitant to start

from nothing


until pixie dust

sprouts fairy wings


blossoming like petals of 

rainbow-colored daisies,


freedom of flight

away from years


spent tick-tocking apart

empty dreams, unravelling


into cascading ribbons

released upon the breeze,


floating gently into

a dark nothingness


that only exists

down a rabbit hole


where consequences end

and wonderland begins,


if I so choose, 

a place to let go


any past holding

myself prisoner


from all I 

was meant to be.

◄ Santa Clarita


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