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May 2014
I.
My body & mind
are drawn to you
like a moth to
the flame and
I unknowingly  
succumb to
your constant
gravitational pull.

II.
I never thought
this flame would
singe my paper
skin. But when
you fly into
the fire you
eventually
turn to ash.
Miranda Lopez
Written by
Miranda Lopez  Chicago, IL/Missoula, MT
(Chicago, IL/Missoula, MT)   
877
   Jayanta
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