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Jul 2015
my moth flew over to me
and with a sheet of cloth
i broke off its wings.

i tried to make a mercy ****,
to cut off its head,
but instead
it was left damaged
and shaking
and ill.

it bled from the breadth of its neck
and i feel its breath in my head still.

why have i done what ive done.
where is my heart from.
Written by
mike
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