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By wordbeater, Sharpsburg, GA

I watched a butterfly escape
a silent furrow like a gasp.
I saw it creep out slowly
and carefully
I saw it unfold wet, fragile
They dangled helplessly at its
I watched them fill with blood
and pull upright
I saw beauty born from a
hanging casket
I saw the weak become strong.
I saw it spread its wings, and fly.

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