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Lady MAG
One day I found a ladybug.
I captured her
letting her scurry up and down my
fingers - barely tickling my skin.
She was the perfect image of
a true lady.
Beautiful and graceful.
I realized that I had taken from
her her freedom - all she had,
Besides beauty.
But I could not let her go free.
And so turning my hand
One finger after another
She tip-toed fixedly without destination.
As I tried to balance her and walk,
She fell and melted into the black
And red speckled floor tile.
For a moment, I caught her movement,
But then she fell again amid the spots.
Left to crawl in the place which
Was not her home. Camouflaged forever.
I had set her free.
And now she had lost her beauty.
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