“Adapt” by Lauren Benere-Forder

If I could turn my fears Into eyes on a butterfly’s wings And be fearless. If I could change my appetite Into gaping mouths for tasty flies And be sated. If I could change my color To adapt to my surroundings And be invisible. If I could have both feet and gills For swimming and...

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