There is time caught between a butterfly wing’s in motion
It’s the sacred space we are scared to even speak of
It’s the same beauty that is found in the carnage of broken love
We all know deep down there are really better things above
You are drowning in your fear and somehow that is better than being alone
Do you really want pride to be the name scrawled on your gravestone
M.A.P
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