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Mariposa

Cold blue delicate wings spread lifeless on the harsh gravel, marred by the slightest human touch, crumpled and torn by a tuft of April breeze. This regal creature now rests amid the brass of old bullets, remnants of a hot violent explosion now cold.
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elizabeth-milnes
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Jan 16, 2012
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