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But Butterflies are Beautiful
The girl, she dreams. Tries to catch every butterfly in her stomach. They dance around, and bring her down, Like they’re desperate to be released.
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Cry
It only takes one droplet, to make the rain pour. Running down the drain, the sun stays behind the dark clouds. The crying sounds like thunder beating lighting from the heart into the cold sky air.
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