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butterfly
*to finding, me
I think of myself as a butterfly.
First hiding inside of my tiny cocoon and then breaking through under the misty moon.
Before I was a vulnerable caterpillar.
Life creeping along. Silently humming the melody of my song.
I can now feel a breath beneath my wings, my angels helping me sing.
My song, my life, my show…
So stand back and watch me grow.
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