Beautiful, abstract creature
Glistening from the cold sweat of innocence.
What's it like to not feel love?
To never desire such a thing?
Oh, you simple little being,
how I envy you.
every mighty beast
bids you to land on their flesh.
Lust for a sense of trust.
Or is it all a misleading lie
into damnation?
Lovely, radient, yes.
Drinks from the flowers
and gives me sanity.
So far from our concrete realities.
Let us fly together,
butterfly.
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