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The butterfly fluttered around.
Brightly hued,
Charming,
Fascinating.

He would not stay still.
Flitting by,
Perching on my shoulders,
My head,
My thoughts.

Enchanted,
I reach out.
He flies down
And settles on my forefinger.

Unable to resist,
I touch him.

Drained of his colours,
He stops fluttering.
Going still.

Horrified,
I look down.

Stained fingers
Quiver in mid air.

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Chaos rules. :)
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