The Wingless Butterfly
Such beauty
Has never crossed my eyes,
Yet this problem
I can not see past.
This creature's eyes
Look at me with guilt,
Like a child
Who has committed a fault.
Slowly it crawls
Into my hands,
It lays and cries
Tears of forgiveness.
Falling asleep
Ever
So
Slow...
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