Fall into nothing and wake up to flames,
Pick up the pieces and you'll cut your hands,
Or leave and don't play their games,
But your heart will still long for pain.
Why do you remember life this way?
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Words Of A Moth Drawn To Flame
ПоэзияMoths come and go, This one is lost so it stays, It talks to candles but not the moon, Lost in it's own creation's maze.
