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the butterflies 
in my chest have been dormant 
and sleeping for ages 
but when you brushed up against me 
and knocked on my heart 
they awoke in a frenzy and threw themselves
against my ribcage, fervent, 
aching to be set free
and land gently on your face and 
adorn your gorgeous eyes 
and decorate your cheeks like freckles

Selma Adie

butterflies