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Edited by
Fragilis
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Sat 02/07/09 09:19 PM
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The butterflies in her heart
Forgot how to fly. They flickered their wings, Curled up, And died. Fragile pieces Of hope Rose from the dust Of their wings And settled gently In her rib cage. 
**picture belongs to ~hyperballad22 at Deviantart.com** |
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This is very captivating and excellent pic.....
And I LOVE your moth,wink..very good artiest... 
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Thank you -- I didn't think anyone would comment :)
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that was cool i liked it and the pic is wild also
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Good one but one day they will once again spread their wings and fly as their hearts are overfilled with the feelings of the love that is in the air.
Welcome to the site as well as our little world here within the poetry section.
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nice write...and welcome...
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Food for the new
born of the dust. Fed by the light of a self-found trust. When the time is right, the morphing will begin. Beautiful wings for the caterpillar within. |
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