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Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis: The butterfly remembers everything

Caterpillar: I am beautiful. 

It took me a long time to see the beauty that lived in my dream. 

Cocoon: I am beautiful.

 I am sweet. A moment that bleeds into time from eternity.

Butterfly: I let loose. The burning sensation that lives at the root, finds its way into my palace. You may call it a mind but I know death is always here. 

I spread my wings, soon I will disappear.  

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