She left men’s houses
Like she camped
Leaving behind no trace. Taking everything out with her that she brought in.
Well, at least nothing that she would ever have to come back for.
If anything—she left memories and a smile.
Like the butterfly that she was
Always seen. Never Caught
Never stopping. On No Occasion Contained
See this butterfly had been netted before
By someone who attempted to
Cover up her color and dim her light.
In order to fly back to herself
She left everything behind.
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