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Amanda Jul 2019
Dusk brings out the moth
Wings dusted in moonlight
It flies to the radiating glow
Of the glitter ball disco
And all creatures small, enter the thrall
Dancing to the nightly pull
Of intoxicating jasmine
Lit by a thousand worm’s fire
Night flowers open their eyes
Displaying wares for all to see
Sweet nectar, shared by all
In this nightly cocktail hour

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