how can a butterfly
deny its previous attachment
to the cocoon?
there is always the stigma
of abandon,
one cannot forget where it
once came from,
the memory lingers without
any name,
in the same manner, how could
i forget you,
neither you, flesh from my rib?
skin from my hand, a thought
from the depths of my mind.
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