Number 3

If we can be sure that we agree, and in that way will be,
That we are,

Then how can we call out in pain?
Shouldn’t we rejoice in our life,
Yell “I’m living!”?

Number 1!

My subject: Moths.

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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