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Moth and Flame

we were like moths – hovering
around a flame – appealing…
caressing the edges of our kindred spirits –
enticing our souls
with the promise of
a life other than what has been…
like moths, we hovered – closer…
as if by hypnosis – we hovered closer still…
and in a trance, our wings started to burn…

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