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What if the moths that crash against the dark window pane; wings pattering urgently pushing trying to break through the glass, are the dead souls in the tunnel flying towards the light of the supposed paradise but they can’t get through. Then they fly about outside like dusty ghosts of the night.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
Moths
What if the moths that crash against the dark window pane; wings pattering urgently pushing trying to break through the glass, are the dead souls in the tunnel flying towards the light of the supposed paradise but they can’t get through. Then they fly about outside like dusty ghosts of the night.
Strange late night imaginings I had about the moths at the window. 6th April 2016
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
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