butterflies can't see their wings.
they can't see how truly beautiful they are,
but everyone else can.
people are like that as well.
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
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butterflies can't see their wings.
they can't see how truly beautiful they are,
but everyone else can.
people are like that as well.
