Wings, by BrokenButterflyWings
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Persistant wings of butterflies
Flapping in an empty sky
Restless creations
Of a nervous mind
They want to fly
To be free from their binds
All it takes is one small thing
A few words I've said a thousand times
I have to say them
Have to tell you
One small thing
I love you
Now my butterflies are free
Free to fly in open skies |
Posted: 2009-10-14 23:43:32 UTC |
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2009-06-03 16:29:33 | KayDe$ |
I like this. Nice work. |