and that sparkling fly, just there butterfly, held silk-like in my hand and now with the shuffle like some special wrapping paper on gift I wanted only to be that fallen remainder still posessing this radiating spirit until the moment when the wings just no longer open.
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<333 erin
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{{hugs you}}
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hm, yes, isa is
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edge of a miracle
type
of sweetness.
(those words,
& those pictures).
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and that sparkling fly, just there
butterfly, held silk-like in my hand
and now with the shuffle like some special
wrapping paper on gift
I wanted only to be that fallen remainder
still posessing this radiating spirit
until the moment when the wings just
no longer open.
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But that day will never come.
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