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The garden butterflies are all dead. Wings torn, Head crushed. Some lie still on the petals, While other lie limbless on the soil. So why are the flowers still smiling? The leaves dancing? Are they actually numb Or were the butterflies enemies Instead of friends?
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 12:42 PM UTC
Friends?
The garden butterflies are all dead. Wings torn, Head crushed. Some lie still on the petals, While other lie limbless on the soil. So why are the flowers still smiling? The leaves dancing? Are they actually numb Or were the butterflies enemies Instead of friends?
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 12:42 PM UTC
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