The sound of the last butterfly dying.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Something i wrote a few months back, while i was in a residential home. has alot of metaphors so you can interpret it it any way that fits to your fancy

Submitted: January 14, 2010

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Where do butterflies go when they die?

I look for them, but there's no sign of them.
new beginnings.
new ends.
beautiful.
silence...
of the last butterfly dying.
and its hurting again, the world is falling away from me again
the best deception is finally the worst realization.
Remember i warned you about the pickle juice?
seems so long ago, when all logic was lost in a kiss storm.
...like a meteor shower.
the plastic flower gardens haunt me today...
and i look down from where i swore i never wanted to leave.
No magic left in this place
The bumble bee bullets don't seem like a bad way to go anymore
My butterflies turned on me...they ate me alive inside
...and now they aregone.
saquid: not a liquid but not a solid.
a riddle wrapped in an enigma.
but we said we'd never look back.
must have been the disease talking,
razorblade kisses do that to you...
Butterfly storms cloud reality.


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