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My stomach erupts sending butterflies up my esophagus and into my mouth. I keep it closed as they tickle the roof of my mouth and wait for you to look my way. I open my mouth for you to witness the beauty but you look away at the last second. The things I wanna say get lost watching them fly away and I'm left speechless once again. If only the butterflies could do the speaking for me.If only I could transform the butterflies into words...we could fly away together.
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