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Trying to stay both calm and young,
With this being now fresh-
Hold tight in the grasp that
Swooped me up,
I feel no regret from the past of which I came.
With head faced forward,
Tilted towards the sun,
Now I see all this light.
The silence, broken-
From tears to laughter,
I have become anew.
Found in figurative dumpster;
My perfume from dull to rose petal.
I had lain there,
Yet, since this introduction,
All has become right again.
Took the last chance I had,
And flew
With my Butterfly Wings.