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I recall she wore
A butterfly ring
And she painted her eyes
Like butterfly wings
She spoke of lost innocence
And all that it brings
Her transformation early
Her butterfly ring
A child not a child
So not anything
A woman as angel
With harsh broken wings
I recall she wore
A butterfly ring
And said she was sold
To an elderly king
He was deep winter
She was his spring
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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