hollow bones

I'm a bird in your arms- all feathers and hollow bones.

My stomach and my heart are not really a mass of tissue and blood and veins.

They're just a bunch of butterflies ready to fly up, up and away.

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Love letters in verse.
From Him to Her.
From Her to Him.

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Highest Rank: #545 in Poetry on 8 January 2016

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