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THE PURPLE BUTTERFLY
The purple butterfly enthralled me
As she glided down to touch my hand
My world was spinning out of control
When now, this beautiful creature – did land
The feeling of disconnectedness
I had succumbed to its fiendish grasp
Did my soul come to a precipice
Before this angel unveiled her mask
Indeed, I tell this story
For this story – it was true
It happened before I took my life
Don’t let it happen to you
Written for: OctPoWriMo 2018 Day 7
Kevin Parish 
it suddenly turned dark.
I would really get scared if a butterfly flies to me no matter how pretty it is.
nice imagery tho 🙂
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Yeah, I said to my wife a few minutes ago…”well, that was depressing!” And I wrote the thing. I never know where my words are going…
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That’s what happens to true poets and artists. With creativity you never know where it will go.
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Of all my works I’ve only had a clear idea a handful of times… Who knew? 😳
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It takes you where it wants to go 🙂 it’s a good thing
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