Monday, July 27, 2015

butterfly breath

butterfly sleep

butterfly slow time

butterfly stay

 like a lonely lover's charm




never do what is proper, or my fair share of labor.


i'm a poor boy, and i'm a rover, count your coins and, throw them over my shoulder, i may grow older.

oh poor boy, so sorry for his self.

oh poor boy, so worried for his life.




it sounds like a whisper.

butterfly i don't wish i was dead today.

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