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-unfinished and uclear-
tell to me oh blur of thought
why the butterfly strayed
i know i was coccooned
in a warmth i naively craved
to feel the flitter flutter
trails of dust in eyes
i matched a pace unseen
as i said farewell
after the bombs of betty blast
i know that all seasons do indeed pass
all ive known has a shade of remorse
that follows the days worst course
the brooks and peddle-ponds of mist
conspired to weigh-down my best
with soupy air and ----
i lost my butterfly ----
