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May 22
The garden butterflies are all dead.
Wings torn, Head crushed.
Some lie still on the petals,
While other lie limbless on the soil.
So why are the flowers still smiling?
The leaves dancing?
Are they actually numb
Or were the butterflies enemies
Instead of friends?
Written by
Kritika  18/F
(18/F)   
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   Lyle and K
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