Oh kiss me with your eyelashes tonightOr eskimo your nose real close to mineWell butterfly you landed on my mindActually landed on my ear, but you crawled insideand now I see you perfectly behind closed eyesI want to fly with you, but I don’t want to lie to you… White Admirals were everywhere, puddling on … Continue reading Butterfly, you float on by…
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