paper butterfliesA Poem by cricketsomeone I loved and lost used to make me tiny paper butterflies.
i have a thousand paper butterflies
in my gut they cut open my insides i feel sick i want to tear off their wings but no matter how hard i claw at my stomach my hand can't reach them i have a thousand paper butterflies in my gut my only solace is when i die so will they © 2022 cricketAuthor's Note
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Added on May 1, 2022 Last Updated on May 1, 2022 |

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