Miserable butterflies

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She has been grasping onto the vines that held her life

The vines that tickle her stomach

And release the butterflies hidden behind these vines

Deep within a cave

A cave of wonder

Where he lies

With her heart wrapped around his finger

Like a game

With no winners

Only losers

Losers who lost everything

But the tears that remain as scars on her cheeks

With her bird free from her cage

Twirling around his head

Having both him and her disconcerted and perplexed

Not knowing what acrimony feels like

Trying to cloak the feeling with guilt

Guilty of the bird he'd stolen

While she despaired of ever seeing her bird soar high again

Giving her the feeling of freedom

A feeling she has never experienced before

Yet, the butterflies never left the cave unless he stroked her hairy heart

Having the butterflies send the messages of misery.

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