Forget the plan

Forget the plan
Remove the structure
Live for nothing
Live for everything
Look under a rock
Check behind the tree
Keep looking because
You will not find Me
Where I live
Is unobtainable
By physical compounds
However
Reachable through
The innocence of
Puppy-love butterflies
I AM
In the brain
And on the heart
Making two
Never fall apart

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