As I swallow the truth
the butterfly in my throat
flutters her wings
like a feather falling
gently thru my inner flute
they land in my heart
sprouting seeds of knowing
opening to love
the butterfly in my throat
flutters her wings
like a feather falling
gently thru my inner flute
they land in my heart
sprouting seeds of knowing
opening to love
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