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Apr 2020
A butterfly appeared,
It's wings broken.

He loomed above it,
And as he watched it helplessly flap it's useless wings,
He smiled with his face stained with evil.

He could'nt help laughing at it.

And slowly, he pulled of it wings,
Cherishing it's pain.

The butterfly twitched in agony.

It died in pain and with a broken heart.
Zainab Ibrahim
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