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(Butterflies)

June 27, 2011
By BrielleBeloved SILVER, Pingelly, Other
BrielleBeloved SILVER, Pingelly, Other
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And she touched it to her lips

It's faintly scaled wings beat

Against her mouth

She blew it like a string of pearls

Ruffling it's delicate feet

And it's quaintly curious expression

Brought tears of quick depression

Under her eyelids

Because it had no heart

And it was only made of kitschy blue plastic

Not blood and bone

It had no hair

It was worthless

And so was the way the breath traveled

Through means of transportation

Not through the beating of her heart strings


The author's comments:
I like butterflies.

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