The butterfly is absolutely stunning right now!
Its wings are visible as it flies through town!
I can't take my eyes off it!!
Oh, the rain has come, and it has drained the color from the butterfly!
Now it appears to be unappealing.
I don't want to look at it anymore.
It appears to be boring, and I don't want to see something like that.
It exudes self-consciousness and anorexia.
I wish it might just have remained pretty.
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
