We are not
like the butterfly
who elegantly dance a while,
free and flitting,
fickle;
they are gone.
We are much more clumsy;
we stumble,
we fall,
but our airs are truly astounding
we came away as we crumbled,
we came together
we crawled.
Our desires so much more complicated
and eternally,
beautiful
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