whenever I think of you,
I feel all the butterflies surround me,
spreading their wings just like you spread love to me.
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The bleeding rose.
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose.I write for those who were left in destitute,those whose scars and pain are left unattended. Come with me and explore a journey through words.
thinking of you.
whenever I think of you,
I feel all the butterflies surround me,
spreading their wings just like you spread love to me.
