who is...

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It will all be well.

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My father professed; Orgadimma

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It will all be well.

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michelle weighed heavily by words unsaid and lines faintly drawn,

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 heart...  broken,

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she holds onto an irrational faith,

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timidly.

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if it were up to her and her alone, release

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she would.

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Quickly into the night, black bird.

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lyric teaches her to fly.

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It will all be well...

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lyric made out of butterflies dipped in magic appears in the nick of time

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It will all be well.

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"reminds me of falling" she says...

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...she smiles,

she cries.

i. Am.