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Butterflies In My Stomach
Poetry
Is beating its
Butterfly wings
Against the bars
Of my ribcage
If I don't hurry
It'll be melted by
The acid in my stomach
But I'm afraid
Of blotting the page.
Is beating its
Butterfly wings
Against the bars
Of my ribcage
If I don't hurry
It'll be melted by
The acid in my stomach
But I'm afraid
Of blotting the page.
Published 29th Jun 2015
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29th Jun 2015 9:46pm
30th Jun 2015 5:35am
Love this! Takes a new spin on the phrase butterflies in my stomach. Keep up the good work! :)
30th Jun 2015 8:00am
30th Jun 2015 10:46am
Blotting the page with ink lets the rest of us read what you've been holding inside. So spill your guts and expose your insides to the world. Paper was made to be a canvas for words, it won't mind if you get it a little dirty...
JJ
JJ
