A heart can fall like a suicide descending shades of midnight frozen blossoms on an icy lake a silent breeze of despair Let my tongue flirt like a butterfly among wildflowers rather than polish scars de-bride old wounds
Like a Butterfly
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Beautiful and amazing imagery. Truly lovely.
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