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April 16, 2018
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Pink and blue cotton candy wings
Fly through the sky
Nothing can touch this butterfly
Perched on a sour green leaf
She was the only thing purest around
Soaking in the sun
Nothing could be more perfect

Until he came along

He was dirty
Polluted
Impure
He would take anything that was sweet
Only monsters touch a butterfly wings
Rubbing and pulling
He ripped the wings, painfully
She fell

The wings where gone
The rain began to fall
Dark circles plaster the sky
Laid on a muddy ground, she felt smaller than before
Flying was only a dream to her now
Death began
Again 
 






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