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Fire-Caught

The gold moth did not love him

So, gorgeous, she flew away.

But the gray moth circled the flame

Until the break of day.

And then, with wings like a dead desire,

She fell, fire-caught, into the flame.

Written by

Langston Hughes

1902-1967 / Male / American

LinesWords: 638

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