Kill the Butterflies

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A metamorphic detachment

obsession of over love

To see this all

The love of all

The spirits of those gone

Not just in the small

But all wings

That sing on the wind

I can smell his breath in the breeze

It’s telling me

It’s telling me

To call that friend

A dead end

I see

Beneath this river tree

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