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3d
a moth mistook my lamp
for the moon,
and broke itself
believing
the light was love.
ive always found moths melancholic. perhaps they embody the essence of delusion that we cling onto.
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         Nolan Bucsis, zumee, VvV, Nasus, Void Resident 372 and 24 others
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