See, the butterfly cried, for she didn't know how to be anything but a butterfly, until she took a look at herself and flexed her wings.
And by God, she flew
See, the butterfly cried, for she didn't know how to be anything but a butterfly, until she took a look at herself and flexed her wings.
And by God, she flew
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I am scrolling through my phone before I write the stanzas.The Hands post a photo and type a “peace out†caption, deceivingly innocent behind a beanie and acne pocks
The Hands that leaped out from behind mailboxes try t...
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