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| Fragile is this butterfly in the early morning dew the diamonds of moisture weighs heavy on wings to unfurl in a hurry, a danger to itself to feel that fear from deep within treat my heart tender in this moment of pain unsure reigns over me my soul cries out my eyes search beyond the horizon of this life I'm in easily bruised too tender to say of the things that trouble this inner being so gentle touch, softly speak for this curled up bundle afraid to seek be patient with me just love me this way in the heat of the day to release this great pain my hands will again reach out for you and warm this body through |
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