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Mar 2014
Moths crowd a dying flame,
they know to embrace it is to die.
But death in its light seems better than the abyss beyond.
At least here, it seems to matter-
that they had lived at all.
Written by
Calum McR  Edinburgh
(Edinburgh)   
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