You've grown flowers in the pit of my stomach, and now the butterflies had gone wild.
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Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
Wild Butterflies
You've grown flowers in the pit of my stomach, and now the butterflies had gone wild.
