In your heart there is a cocoon,
stored deep inside.
Within every person's heart,
a lies gilded butterfly
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Oleander-COMPLETED
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*
Gilded butterfly
In your heart there is a cocoon,
stored deep inside.
Within every person's heart,
a lies gilded butterfly
