You're a love song, only halfway sung. You're the knot that comes undone. Dressed as darkest night. The flight of a stringless kite. You're a butterfly in the mind. You're a butterfly before my eyes. You're a butterfly who says he's mine. Who leaves before he arrives.
- facebook status read at 1:30 am makes a lot of sense to me although it *sounds* horrible.
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