I want to enforce butterflies, ones who take to the sky–even if it hurts.
Butterflies who take the pin needle well.
I wanna inspire change, to fill the voids of creation.
I wanna be a muse–force of nature that pushes water down it's course.
Though I wanna be art, the one that inspired your heart.
I know forever will my heart long to create, even though everything is affected by your hate.
I want to enforce honesty, honestly returning the prodigy.
These butterflies are individuals, singular–criminals.
I want–soon to be a muse.


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