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Hiss

by irisdelaney

Life moves Not unlike a moth to flame Just as dangerous Just as beautiful Rushing Rushing Rushing' People never stop to look To think Like the moth who didn't sense the heat Life is the pain The beauty that masks the hurt A moth to flame Flutter flutter flutter Hiss
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