lover. you breathe just so and you twinkle just so and you move and you groove just so/ i am just so/ like a yellow butterfly; twirling-dancing-new- - - captured. in your little boy blue net.
She weeps for all that she has wanted to be, for the words that run around inside her all day long but simply cannot fly, for the aeroplane that her paper wants to become.
The birthday girl weeps for her paper aeroplane. And at that very moment, she lifts up her pen. The birthday girl writes.
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Like a yellow butterfly! A butterfly that is yellow, I can't imagine how pretty that would be
Love the simplicity, the lightness.
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