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I cling to oceans of despair
I cling to them because they're there
but then I wake up and I feel strange
it's another day, I'll use it for change

I am a walking butterfly
strange to behold, strange to be alive
we are only weak creatures here
but I'll hold us close, won't let them near

spy on rivers as they flow by
let them break the bridges and fly out of your sight
say you are weaker than these rivers, but they're still yours
let them get bigger, they'll grow smaller when they run their course

Created: Mar 30, 2014

Tags: poetry

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