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Mortar and Pestle
1 min readOct 5, 2020
A billion year old
window casts
its gaze across
a lonely void
of frozen butterflies,
each one picked,
mashed
in a bowl,
destined to dye
a cloth with
pink flower fingertips
and random acts of chance.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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