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Getting Burnt or the Loss of Innocence

The impulsive and wandering butterfly was tempted by the candle’s flare that burnt her wings when she got close and sent her falling through the air She laid scorched up on the floor her fragile wings would work no more Tears ran from her swimming eyes because her little wings were fried. oh demon light that I did seek how you deceive the brave and meek who ought to know a brilliant hallows from the glare of dirty tallows

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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