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Literature

Torn Wings

When butterflies get caught in snares of hate, Enticed by sweet lil’ treats (like you, amour!), Young love itself cannot rejuvenate; Your beauty flutters in the air no more. I loathe to see arachnids spin their snares. How dare they try to steal away such joy?! Oh how these thoughts send me to somber lairs! Those damn monstrosities that act so coy. This one cast out my love far from the sun; Since then my life has been a steep descent. I’ll make him feel the weight of what he’s done; In blood and ichor, wishing to repent. I rest assured you’re now at peace, amour, For this arachnid shall spin snares no more.