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Moth

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Jesse Clark

A moth flies around and round a light; circling his own death.

It makes me think of flight and meth.

I stand and hold my heart in my hand...it continues to beat, so time moves on.

Fire burns, water is wet, wind blows, and ashtrays smell like death.

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