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A Caterpillar's Death
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2010-2012 Poems White rose of the wilderness,
To you whom I laid my heart upon for rest.
Why hast though pierced it with thy thorns?
If it is with my blood you shall live,
Then let thee live whilst I grow weak...
For I shall live in eternity knowing for once,
In this ephemeral world-
That a special white rose is alive
Somewhere out there.
Because a silly caterpillar had loved.
