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"Rainbow Wings"
(10/27/02 - 18 years old) Floating free With wings of a butterfly Decorated boldly By the rainbow up high Softly continues To float, but alone. Rejected - not accepted By the others who've flown Different than birds And others with flight The butterfly, though safe, Brings the rest of them fright. Hated for difference, But yet still the same. Whoever made up The rules of this "game"? I hope in the future The butterfly, so sweet Could be accepted for its beauty With its differences unseen. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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