Sapphire dots on black velvet wings, a night sky afloat on invisible strings
A portal to Thanatos heaven opened in day, drifting dreams too soon flown away
Transfigured wings destined from birth, carry flittering scraps above worm's earth
Crawling caterpillars, from a chrysalis fly, painted whispers soar on summer's sky
Folded food of birds as broken words, and such is the end of butterfly herds
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