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Aug 2022
I am the moth and you are the flame.
Bodies dropping and you are to blame.

You attract us to your hurtful light.
All of us burning, oh so bright.

Everybody wants a piece of you.
Beautiful light left us to fume.

I want you all for myself.
But this pretty little flame can't help herself.
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