I remember it well:
As if I kept the butterflies
In a little, dusty glass jar,
And am peering through the scratches
To watch their paper-thin wings shiver.
I will never forget how they
Flitted about my stomach
When you said you loved me,
And I replied.
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Fleeting as a bird, you looked at me.
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