inside my heart
there is a blue butterfly
it is not fluttering
it is still
and so fragile
your whisper
warm as a sea breeze
displaces it
for i shall allow it
it waits for your kind hands
to take it and keep it and hide it
if you crush it with your cares
beautifully it shall surrender its powder wings
it's been quite a long wish
that you blow it far away from its home
the death that you give
with the indifference of your fingers
shall set it finally
free
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