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_Hey, Butterfly
by : gadiv
describe : Imagine if your life was a matter of passing time until you could fly into a windshield, and that's that.

Inhaled into the machine stream
And dashed fast
Against the glass
Dashed fast so fast
Such that body and blood and wings becomes
Naught but paint
A smudge on the glass
Stretched yawning over the glass
By the windshield wiper
A brief star falling in the prettiest yellow
I have ever lamented seeing

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