Caterpillar SkinA Poem by Pryde FoltzCaterpillar Skin butterfly buff oddly paradise trailing digits we are we are lost you count seven slipping your grip must be tight this time I'll make it awaken you were born a papillon give up the fire scatter your ore manna for seedlings radiate gentleness you were born a papillion Please visit my blog to further explore the accompanying photos and essay, some bonus poetry, and keep up-to-date with all my writing. Longer works can be found on the my amazon page. © 2024 Pryde FoltzReviews
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Added on April 6, 2024Last Updated on April 6, 2024 AuthorPryde FoltzVancouver, CanadaAboutMy written work can be found on amazon.com https://goo.gl/o8sLUi Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/prydefoltzwriter/ twitter: @Pryde Foltz Facebook: pryde foltz Youtubehttps:/http://goo.gl/Eqx.. more..Writing
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