Butterflies
As this day slowly passes
Just like the years
As the wings of a butterfly
Sharper than shears
Cut through this jagged humid air
I realize its beauty is dangerous
But yet I still stare
As I count each beat
Slower than each before
It grows always and forever
More beautiful than before
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