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Dec 2017
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...
Mottephobia: the morbid and irrational fear of moths
Kyle Summer
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Kyle Summer  22/Transmasculine/Texas
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