I knock at your door.
The welcome moth.
The, "Is it cloth?"
Don't curtain me.
Don't stomp me.
See...
Halving it doesn't compare.
Beware...
My world is ripped-
Open to space with people who skipped.
Halving it doesn't compare.
Don't curtain me.
When push comes to shove
Time is warming steered tears
As you famously shoot above
The, "Is it cloth?"
Yes, you'll burn dark too.
Butterflies shoo.
Don't stomp me.
When push comes to shove
I knock at your door.
See...
Beware...
The welcome moth.
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Midnight Blue
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