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May 2015
A dusty solitary moth darting through his darkest night
  Finds himself attracted, helpless, to the candlelight.
He's lured to the burning flame.
He resents it all the same
And whips his wings to extinguish it in a futile fiery game.
He gets so close he starts to burn.
My name is Moth.
I never learn.
Joe Kevin Coleman
Written by
Joe Kevin Coleman  melrose Mass.
(melrose Mass.)   
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