Butterflies

Feet in the soft sand

Where footprints began

If we could step back,

Take another track

You, stop, it's a trick

This makes me feel sick

He's an illusion

I want some union

Butterflies like to flirt

And leave you in the dirt

They don't make prints in the sand

But like to tickle the land

 

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