Cherub hidden in the armor of pain, glints of sunshine.
Living a melancholy tale.
Her world: A lonely butterfly
Dyed bright red
Fluttering on the edge.
Her life: A painful thorn
A sweet nector,
Tainted by a poison with no antidote.
Her soul: An innocent flower
A pretty sight
Crushed by the venom of hatred.
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