i
read my lips
i have lots of words in there
open my heart
there are more
ii
do not touch
my fingertips
you may get
burned
by the fire of
my words
please do not
i told you
you see
you are bitten
iii
be gentle
with our distance
touch me
not
i am this little
butterfly
let me flutter
over your head
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