This year spring break
Seemed to melt into the palm of my hand
As it pressed like
Butterfly legs against yours
I don't want this to end
I don't want this to end
Why can't this be more than fleeting?
(I am a petal
Drifting through gardens
I am not broken
Distress through time)
("Wonderful. How do I get into these messes?")
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