Perched at the edge of
Everything she'd known
Far from the comfort of
The shell she'd outgrown
Her eyes ache from the sunshine
Her body aches as she stretches
Her limbs beyond
The comfort of her womb
Was this the Freedom she was promised?
Why…does it hurt so?
And then suddenly…the caress of
The Breeze reminds her…
She has beautiful, beautiful wings
And Butterflies must fly...
-Anon
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