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I like moths. Yes, moths. We're like moths, people are. We're just chronically lost, insignificantly beautiful things, clustered around the porch light of life, which really isn't all it's cracked up to be.
We're diligent in our stupidity, which just cements how lost we are. But if you look close, We're beautiful.
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Quote:
Being lost is just the scenic route to anywhere else.
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Poem:
Wallpaper sameness
Moth wings at dusk
Dusty dreams
In forgotten places
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