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Monarch

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Like salvation floating on butterfly wings

Flitting about and fixing things,

Speedy and erratic but alighting with tender care.

Calm is quiet and but nothing moves:

Simply a rest before growth, a cocoon,

Before the frenzy of rebirth begins anew.

Author: hairlikehoney

A girl. With thoughts. That are weird. And random. Who can be bribed with bacon cheese fries. Who figured out how to bleed bad thoughts onto a page and then let them go.

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