Bullet With Butterfly Wings
A butterfly danced through the crisp air of the northern United States. She may have been cold, but she loved the cold all the same. Chills and snow are so much better than the blistering heat, that’s what she thought.. The snow was beautiful, the wilting flowers were oddly beautiful in their own way, it couldn’t have been any better. Though people always tried to help her, a little kid trying to capture her in a jar, an animal lover trying to put her away, it was horrible. Last time a butterfly trusted a human, they died, and this young butterfly never forgot that.
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A. P. | Year Posted 2018
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