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Name: l3lessed

Saturday, May 29, 2004

Thoughts
A Dieing Butterfly
Were will you fly with no sky?
Stuck on the ground with such beautifull wings.
Weighed down with so many pounds.
Followed by bees that just sting.

They hide there identity with lies.
Intice you with such lovely sights.

Your wings are tattered and torn.
your soul so worn. Just don't you die butterfly.

Drag you in with such honey and money.
Get you in there hive and pull of there disguise.
Show you such a truly wicked side.

Your wings are tattered and torn.
your soul so worn. Just don't you die butterfly.

Prick and Proud tearing you apart with no heart.
Keep you as a prize barely keeping you alive.
How many times will you stay until your wings wither and fade.
Why don't you just leave and see past there false meaning.

Never go back, just find your sky.
And soar so high.

Your wings are tattered and torn.
your soul so worn. Just don't you die butterfly.
Just don't you die.
Just don't you die.


Opionin
Heres my newest piece. Enjoy. I also am going to decrease the font size for people with lower resolutions. It might change around mutliple times though.

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