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Nov 2014
Bugs fly towards lamps not because they love the light

But because the dark seems darker right beyond the bulb
So their whole lives are spent passing it and coming back
Passing it and coming back 


I wouldn’t mind being the light

Because even though you’re looking for the deepest opposite

And I keep burning you
And my insides are coils that can’t come untangled
You still keep coming back
You still keep coming back
Jess S
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