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butterflies

Date Written: September 13, 2017
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In my stomach is where you live. 

Each time i look at him and get butterflies i feel as though it is wrong. 

I look at him and think of you. 

More than anything i wish to remove you. 

The hollow hole for a belly i have contains only you.

and sickening butterflies. 

Oh how i wish to clip their wings and end in them as you did in me. 

In my stomach is where i ache thinking about you. 

I do not deserve this illness. 

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