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32 butterFly​lullaby My​wild​indigo​dusky​wing my​mottled,​broad-​ wing​skipper, a​sleepy,​dreamy​dusty​wing, flying​through​my​night. My​northern,​southern,​cloudy​wing, my​spring​azure,​my​crescent​pearl, a​silver-​ spotted,​sweet​question​mark, sleeping​in​my​sky. A​tiger​swallowtail,​harvester, moving​through​my​hours, an​eyed​brown​in​the​redwing​dark, wrapped​softly​in​my​words. ...

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