butterfly
From the momment he stepped into the purification tent he felt his bodie tingle as tough he had stepped into a thundercloud… its all about what’s in and what’s Not what’s chic and what’s hot does it flip or does it flop does it drip or does it drop all the stupid little things not of what the birdy sings as clouds gather round and hide the sun catpiller… Cocoon…. BUTTERFLY!!!!.. All is one…and yes all is done
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