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The Moth of Memories Best Forgotten


You moth, you appear as the wall you are on.
Sitting so very still begging to keep yourself,
The secret you're so proud of.

I turn off the lights, so you won't even have to try.
You can fly and flit around,
Like you own the night.

You're gone by the sunrise.
I wake up afraid that you'll come back.
That I'll shut the door, but I can see your shadow coming through the cracks.

Come in again.
I've found the difference.
The difference between my wall and what it isn't.

Come in again, be at home in your disguise,
Now the difference is, that I can see where you hide.
Look into your beady little eyes.
And tell you, "Goodbye."

Splat.