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Butterfly on a limb you hide your prideful red and yellow trim. A brief exposure then it's over, wings shut like a door— you dare to show me no more! You’ll learn what nets and killing jars are for. My captive beauty, I’ll squeeze your throat and pin your silk kaleidoscope beneath glass against the board survived by your colors alive and adored. May 16, 2016 A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies Contest