She blossomed in early spring
Spread her wings and flew to me
The beauty of her gender shone
A fawn-eyed girl no man had known

The world was hers for the takin’
Her heart was ripe for the breakin’
No place to run, no place to hide
A broken heart is how she died

Now she lives on in my mirrors
To face this truth my greatest fear
No tear I cry could justify
How I killed a butterfly
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Traveler Tim