summoning butterflies

admittedly,

I really don’t know much about you

what I saw was potential

a nod of goodness

a smile of hope

the twinkling of starts

the whispers of real

I knew me

I knew I don’t summon butterflies

from the palms of my hands

they usually come single file

once a century

until the day they swarmed

surrounded by paper wings of potential

and I swallowed a few

light touch to be kept forever

since I may not see more

for another

hundred years

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