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Violet Butterflies

By Chayle, Surprise, AZ

Hand, I forbid you to let go of this; hanging on a thin thread
I know you are waiting for someone else to come to the rescue
Specific someone, you know what you want, forbid faith be dead
But only when he comes back for both us, can we eat our food
Mirror, mirror floating in my dreams, allow me one question to ask
Is there a life beyond he who has haunted both of us forever
If it so, I cannot complete this lonely-given taunted task
Because the only way to walk through the well is to be clever
Princess can't wait any longer, it's too long til the final draw
Now, now is the time for grapes to be smashed and loyalty tested

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