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by Izzo Dec 2, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
A small butterfly flutters her delicate wings cupped in gentle hands but then, crush, hands close her tiny wings are broken crumpled by deceit she falls to the ground to full of pain, just lies still dreams of flight are gone and now she is doomed confined to the dirty earth until death consumes*haiku!*