Posting to G 39

I panicked what if that woman

Across the road was you, G?

I felt my nerves become butterflies

And you everywhere

Caught in a flurry of women

I no longer know

Who’s there in front of me, now

Butterfly blurring my mind

If i reach out to catch you

You elude even the air


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