death of the moth

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shunning sunday morning stunning sun
mourning the death of the moth
who willingly flew into its own grave
in between the glass and screen
rotting silently
turning to dust
your death in my palm was the lake at night
i'm unable to grasp the size
and it's hard for me to face
i was the one who was in the way

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from death of the moth, released July 31, 2016

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