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Butterfly Wings

Slave to My Own Creation,

Master to Nothing but My Heart,

But Theses Butterfly Wings Are Tearing It Apart,

Such a Beautiful Thing,

Masquerading with such pure detestation,

So I conceal my true eternal feelings,

Behind these beautiful, fragile,

Butterfly wings,

Which flutter away absent,

With my heart concealed,

I can not pursue it nor track it,

So I gaze as such a beautiful creation,

Which I have completed,

Turns into such darkness,

My heart, now dead,

Carried away by pure beauty,

And for a mere second,

I can feel my once affectionate heart,

Flying away on delicate innocence,

To the dark where it shall once and for all

Be torn apart,

And I shall love No More.

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