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she was elusive.
she was today.
she was tomorrow.
she was the faintest scent of a cactus flower,
the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
we did not know what to make of her.
in our minds we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through and away she flew
♥
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she was elusive.
she was today.
she was tomorrow.
she was the faintest scent of a cactus flower,
the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
we did not know what to make of her.
in our minds we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through and away she flew
♥
