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Ink Butterfly

The happiness of a thought
Flies as free as a butterfly
Trapped in ink on a person's body
Between breast and hip.

The untrained hand
Fumbles roughly as it traces
The fine ink lines.
The hand feels the softness of the skin beneath,
The two souls tremble together
In uncertainty.
Written by Geoff
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