#0501 Broken Dream

I saw an old man sleep in his walk last Tuesday and he says things like that don’t happen.
I saw him spit and drool, eyebrows arched high, his eyes most certainly closed and he says oh I never!
I saw the blue on the butterfly and she thinks that it’s not possible.
I saw her one wing flutter, and it definitely didn’t work like it should but she said stop while you could.

Can he? I thought, can she? I thought.

Swear by it, swear by it, you can’t tell a soul.

What are you talking about?


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