He went butterfly chasing.
He chased me with his net.
The net was sown together with his good looks and charm.
He chased me the innocent, frail, beautiful butterfly.
He flaunted around with a smile that hid his evil intent.
I was caught with his external apperance.
I saw the real intent in the jar of abuse.
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The Wind Took Her
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