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… A moth whispering confessions high towards the ceiling… worshiping a false god and its dooming light… as the moth wings are burning with unrequited love… flapping self-fulfilling prophecies... My wings are growing and I wonder… are you to be my lightbulb...
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
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… A moth whispering confessions high towards the ceiling… worshiping a false god and its dooming light… as the moth wings are burning with unrequited love… flapping self-fulfilling prophecies... My wings are growing and I wonder… are you to be my lightbulb...
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
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