Butterflies
You know that thing they call the butterflies
The small tingle that you get in the pit of your stomach
The one that you get when you look at that one person
Or the one that you get where you feel like it's empty
Not the kind that you replace with a meal
The kind where you feel like there's something missing
Where it leaves you confused; befuddled
Your not sure if you sick or in distress
But they call it the butterflies
Because it flutters relentlessly
It tingles and gives you a light quiver
And then it flies away
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