A butterfly with yellow and black striped markings on its wings landed on my right ring finger this morning. It left me a yellow pollen as though it murmured to me : sometimes, we are not stranger too.
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" When the birds are sleeping
That's when the trees sing
You left your winter clothes,
And your teeth marks in my skin "
" When the birds are sleeping
That's when the trees sing
You left your winter clothes,
And your teeth marks in my skin "