As moths, we ascend
to where the moonlight's bright,
and fall in love,
and pursue the night
But moths
don't really fall.
They beat their wings,
and with dust
it's gone
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
As moths, we ascend
to where the moonlight's bright,
and fall in love,
and pursue the night
But moths
don't really fall.
They beat their wings,
and with dust
it's gone
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