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I do not look much like a butterfly,

If I were to fly, I’d be more of a blimp,

Been going through my own phases,

Metamorphosing

I may not glide like a butterfly,

Gracefully,

I’ve always favoured the snail,

But still with a purpose,

I was born to love,

I am not colourful,

I’m shades of black and grey,

But, if you could see past my messy metaphor,

You’d let me come fluttering back.