She’s a Butterfly

when i close my eyes i seeher sitting on the sofas edgespooning sugar in her teaand everything makes senseshe hasn't anything to proveand so little to explainonly one who get's my jokesand all the points in betweenshe's a butterfly she saidpaperthin and she don't caredisapears without a wordhope it doesn't take to longand i hope it doesn't take to long

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