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Death of a Moth - Dec. 14, 2024

Gary Hunter
Dec 14, 2024
1 min read

I only know their night personality

erotic spirals of attraction

unfathomable desire for intimacy

a lover in heat over light

an Icarus who flew too close

and paid the price

when a moth perishes

what dies is passion

something this distracted

indifferent world

would hardly notice -

the thing it needs

the most

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