I left the doors open,
and the moths came in
looking for a light
there has never been
in this run-down house.
I am sitting in the dark
while they melt the felt
of the dress I never wore,
to the dance I never saw,
in the life I never lived...
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
I left the doors open,
and the moths came in
looking for a light
there has never been
in this run-down house.
I am sitting in the dark
while they melt the felt
of the dress I never wore,
to the dance I never saw,
in the life I never lived...
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