Hand around my fingers,
Chin against my thumb,
Your eyelashes flutter like
Butterflies landing on
Flowers:
Open,
Close;
Open,
Close.
Open...close.
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On the car ride home, when he was still an infant.
Submitted:Jan 28, 2013 Reads: 70 Comments: 2 Likes: 4
Hand around my fingers,
Chin against my thumb,
Your eyelashes flutter like
Butterflies landing on
Flowers:
Open,
Close;
Open,
Close.
Open...close.
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