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Sep 3
Why do those living things exist?
The butterflies.
I mean.
They are mean.
They land on my flowers and do their duty somewhere I don't like.
I'm sure of it.
Where's the microscope?
And the insecticide?
And remember...............
If you tear their wings off they are just a pesky fly that cannot fly.
Notes - POV from the Wrong One's perspective.
Drab
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Drab  Agender/The final frontier
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