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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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