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Jan 2014
We met in a field of wild flowers
The sea of blue and purple were overwhelming and the smells swirled around us
I was a butterfly
Care free and happy
Newly hatched from a constricting cocoon
You were a boy who had a net
You were looking for butterflies to add to your collection
I flitted about from flower to flower
You had a pleasant smell like one of them so I came near
It turned out you had a net
And caught me with a swish
You grabbed me with your rough hands to stuff me in a jar
I didn't want to go
But I could break out of my prison  
At first I rammed the jar fiercely
Then I just gave up
For days I laid helplessly on the bottom of that jar
You didn't feed me you didn't care
I was just another pretty prize
But then one day you opened the jar with a flower
I took my chance
Into the air I flew and for the briefest moment I was free
Then you caught me again
And you crushed my wing
I was no longer the pretty full of life butterfly you sought
After you realized I was a broken toy you threw me away onto the sidewalk
Where someone stepped on me and crushed my to the pavement
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
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