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Post by Darth Draconis on Apr 12, 2020 22:27:08 GMT -7
(Written March 6th, 2011)
I was a newborn dragonfly, Grotesque features, creepy feelers, Decked out and eager to fly.
But I was grounded, betrayed by earthly gravity, frustrated, confounded.
Stayed in soil, seeking to rise above, I found a kerosene called love.
And my wings, so pretty, so rounded, Were doused in the noxious fluid, I splashed it on, effects untested.
My chance to soar, to explore the sky, If only temporarily, Was sadly, definitely, about to die.
There I stood with match in hand… Not knowing anything existed that could hurt so bad.
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