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I'm a poet who has lost his words." He looks across the street, but not before I catch the dull glint of shame in his eyes." Where did you lose them?" I ask, gentling my tone. He turns back to me. When he speaks, his voice is so small that I have to lean closer to hear it. "The same place I lost myself.A.J. Compton
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I try not to react, but I must fail because Gabriel turns to look at me. “The world needs both butterflies and lions. One is not better than the other. They're both beautiful and brave in their own ways.” His hand covers mine as it fiddles with the blades of grass. “Ava.” I look up. “I do not wish you were a lion any more than I would have wished her to be a butterfly.A.J. Compton