me inc.
call me 'mink', but i don't stink.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Butterflied
Now I think I remember why.
It was those butterflies in the stomach that fluttered everytime you came close.
Those damned butterflies that, for once, I had wanted to kill.
They shouldn't have even been there.
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