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See the butterflies, emblem of freedom,
wailing a message, of intricate judgment.
Be not fooled by your eyes,
but your ears pay heed to the cries,
of a soul in pain.

Love’s symbol, in a dozen,
that that should grow, but doesn’t,
and the words of adoration
that mean little next to action,
are but what keep us sane.

Beneath the facade of nonchalance,
we seek a balance,
two peas in a pod,
we that time forgot,
needing a place but not a name.