this is the second draft;
goldenlilies adorn my walls
rainbow butterflies grace my ceiling
they bloom in eternal glory
cus of tea rest beside
forgotten scraps,
discarded ans left behind
in the memory of theier creation
and the lingering touch of paper
on bsre fingetips
folding triangles
into shaped exstence.......
i never finished it, but i finished the last draft.
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