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Multitude of moth drawn to light black of night outside window Wings of white, a hundred score maybe more all wish to pour in absorb What are these desires? exertion bouncing upon windowpane some beetles eating other bugs Easy to know their intentions But about the bouncing spotted ones What of this light that pulls them in? electric fervor Are they pulled, by some force of fascination? No worry to the bat being drug and tipsy winged millions a fluttering feasts Wish I were that bat Wish I were just one of those moths Wish I could fly Into the light
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
Into Entomology
Multitude of moth drawn to light black of night outside window Wings of white, a hundred score maybe more all wish to pour in absorb What are these desires? exertion bouncing upon windowpane some beetles eating other bugs Easy to know their intentions But about the bouncing spotted ones What of this light that pulls them in? electric fervor Are they pulled, by some force of fascination? No worry to the bat being drug and tipsy winged millions a fluttering feasts Wish I were that bat Wish I were just one of those moths Wish I could fly Into the light
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
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