Butterfly
The creature
scared and common
in the dark isolated cave
is crying.
It tries to lift its wing
only to find
it to be
Weighed
Down
by many things.
Paper rectangles
with silhouettes
Foreign
to the creature
Exhaustion sat
on the creature
at every chance
The creature
stopped crying.
The creature
made its own strength.
This creature lifted its wings.
and there in the stomach
of the youth
on the verge of a great spring
was the creature
rising
and...
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