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icy no you won't little bird
not with your dirty feathers
and broken wings.
like a kitten with a bug,
fate has chased you down
and caught you
your insignificant hopes
crushed like fragile moth wings.
never beautiful or worthy enough
to be a butterfly
and so a caterpillar you remain
forever crawling about
groveling on the ground
forever waiting and pining
for the change -
for the metamorphosis
oh, but you forgot
to build your cocoon -
carefully, carefully spinning,
working so hard
you thought you could wait
and it would just happen.
and now, when everyone else
can fly away,
you still sit earthbound
envious and hateful
just as ugly -
and unchanged -
as before
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