Hey you, what do you see? Something beautiful? Something free?
Here, have a tiny poem.
One by one
down we fall
til there's no-one left
none at all
Nobody suspects the butterfly.
Here, have a tiny poem.
One by one
down we fall
til there's no-one left
none at all
posted by Caitlin at 12:55 pm
2 comments:
Ah . . righteo . . Sounds like my work . . Each client is passing away one by one. . .
Hey, I like it, reminds me of life. Funny that.
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