I have a paper heart and a paper mind.
Whatever I touch becomes paperbind.
Everything I touch loses it's life and turns into paper.
But...
Today I touched a butterfly.
Guess what happened next.
I saw a paper butterfly flap it's wings before me.
I was astonished.
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Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
