Little girl, reaches slowly, but constant, to catch a butterfly. Gorgeous pattern of colors, fly like a white angel in the dusk. She must, hold on to beauty, for those few seconds. Her hand is bleeding, and stings, for this angel had wings, sharp as a razor blade. All Beauty is Pain.
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