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A moth drawing near towards the flame The fire attracts her seamless wings She goes, she flies, without a hint of shame "Beautiful things must be known," she said But beautiful things can leave you in dread Still she comes close Closer to that enticing, dancing flame Flies behind And back and forth She moves her wings to fill enough gap To feel the heat, and the warmth Yet safe from that vicious sap
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
A Moth to a Dancing Flame
A moth drawing near towards the flame The fire attracts her seamless wings She goes, she flies, without a hint of shame "Beautiful things must be known," she said But beautiful things can leave you in dread Still she comes close Closer to that enticing, dancing flame Flies behind And back and forth She moves her wings to fill enough gap To feel the heat, and the warmth Yet safe from that vicious sap
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
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