A/N: This is just a short little poem on the feeling Harry might have been feeling the summers after fifth and six year. There aren't any spoilers, and this is a one-shot. If you guys sincerely LOVE my story, I'll consider writing more. But if not, no big deal. I do sincerely hope you enjoy it, but if you don't, please don't flame me. I'll always except constructive criticism and I absolutely love REVIEWS Anyway, aside from my desperate pleas for love, enjoy the poem.

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Vicious Butterfly

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All these feelings trapped inside,

Like some vicious butterfly.

All these memories flashing by,

And all I want to do is cry.

It'd be, such a sweet lie,

To say it'll be okay, by and by.

But still, it'd only be a lie,

And this'll only end when I die.

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