The shadows of butterflies
Have waterfall hearts. But not willing
To be toppled.

The sun takes up its blighted
Fingers. Not willing
To be toppled.

Match sticks in a hurricane.
Shaken but never from the universe.

We were nothing.
We were only the best.

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