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Oct 2018
when a butterfly’s wings are ripped away
it’s color slowly begins to fade to grey
it must have been terrifying knowing
that no-one was ever coming to save her

can you imagine how she felt the very moment
when she realized that she would never fly again?
why would anyone spoil such a beautiful butterfly?
all she ever did was give her love so innocently and purely
I Am Indigo
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I Am Indigo  30/F/Fort Worth
(30/F/Fort Worth)   
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