Sunday, May 19, 2013

Buttery dreams


Wild butterflies
flew out of your suitcase
and into my heart
and then they ate it
and then I died

The end

OR

How beautiful it is to suffer
from the wild butterflies
that flew into my heart
How meaningless it is
to try and fight them back
than to just let them
consume my soul
to eternity



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