Poetry challenge: Loop poetry.
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Desire… is a butterfly,
butterfly born to fly,
fly far away from you,
you stupid little boy.
Boy’s not amused,
amused butterfly smiles,
smiles and teases the poor lad,
lad runs behind.
Behind’s his whole life,
life that could’ve been,
been what he wanted,
wanted and desired even.
Even now it isn’t too late,
late to come running back,
back to the older you,
you are worth more than that!