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Poetry
My
butterfly
o,
sweet winged sands of gold
fluttering innocently through the dark
leave behind your glowing dust to help us follow your hark
hold us close and help us through
as this darkness confuses our names
tell us to remember our hearts that verifies we are all the same
as we join our hands across the seas
and our tears fall silent onto our lips
come to us and silence our cries with the touch of your golden
tips
By: Babysista
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