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little moth
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Poorly.... Like moths to a flame
some old tediouse day
butterflies light like came.
I don't care what they say
flutter flutter all abounded
with my soul i will pay
taking my positived
attitude and smile deny
Patience is active denied
the future fortold on small scale
said allowed as if prayed
can't help going beyond the pale
please, space, the stars will plead
whirling round me gale
stop this insessant chattering
For me my minds interesting
Driven round the moon'd
flowers grow and floated
heating up is magnatised
earths pull and driven doubt
towards a candles lying light
to be caught in colours bright
winged beauty of any hew
oh i wish that you knew.
