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Butterflies are Free
She is freedom in the night
calling to you softly
with her whispering wings.
come with me~
She sings under the lamplight
hypnotizing you to follow her
out the open window with her
psychedelic flight pattern.
And you follow, never
taking your eyes away
from the mysterious place
where her wings meet
and she hides her face.
It's all done with
smoke and mirrors.
Her wings mesmerize,
but her shell is empty.
She must never stop
moving...you must never
find out who she
really is~
never.
Lori Beal
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