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Death of a butterfly (Second)
The butterfly unfurls as it sheds its pefect cocoon,
Watching you decay as you struggle to break free from your shell,
Its wings unfold and dry within the watchful eyes of the sun,
Yet the suns heat only aids your slow death,
Push, little butterfly, push and be free,
As your sister soars, you wither in the bitter wrap you made,
You'll never be able to see the sun now,
Nor feel the wind beneath your rainbow wings,
Too caught up in yourself, the tragic breath of reason and logic,
Searching for things better left unknown,
Looking for reasons for existing and being,
You're banned from a world which could have cherished you,
If only you had stretched your wings that little bit further,
Death plucks you and fate casts your shell aside.
