She had fragile wings, colourful and moist
When she came to my abode, her kiss was passionate
I fell in love before she blinked

But my nectar slowly lessened, and finally got over. I was at my most vulnerable.
And she left, she flew away to another that gave her the nectar, forgetting how hard it was for me to sustain it
She flew, never to return
She flew.

-The tale of a heartbroken flower and his pretty butterfly

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