there's no mystery in love, he said.
indeed, there isn't. when it comes, it's obvious. the rest is a miracle, leaving you with things to accept or deny, and admire.
though there is a risk.
that the butterflies in your belly will turn into moths
that the butterflies in your belly will turn into moths
filling it with a lightless flutter
how long, my long lost
will the last day be?
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