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My tears flow,

Like melting wax away from a flame,

Distorting and disfiguring

The candle of my surroundings.

I am as constant and stable

As a candle's bobbing, ever-changing flame.

I bend and bow in whatever

Direction the wind is blowing,

Burning and scarring

Those unfortunates I come in contact with,

Hurting those I claim to love.

So, beware, O Butterflies,

Bewitched by the seemingly wonderous light

I shed in this darkened place,

For I am no different than any other flame,

And will unconsciencely destroy

Any who come too near.