He was scared of moths and butterflies
When about he always killed them
He could not suffer them
Or even be around them
And one night as he slept in bed
A moth embalmed him in a catalyst
And he transformed into a beautiful soul
Radiating love and light
He grew wings of filigree
And took off into night
And travelled off to paradise
On a spiritual fantasy flight.
fauxcroft 
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