Butterflies
Jagged lines,
I prefer.
But it's hard when
there was a curve.
Easy breezy
now distrought
Don't pinpoint life;
it's not a dot.
It's not perfect.
It can't be categorized.
Life is life.
You don't cage butterflies.
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