dirty moth that fell from heaven
melting on my shower floor
do u kno the secrets i hold?
and now tho u drownd under my feet
do u flutter on the higher ether?
hav u watchd me evrynite as
rivers of suds and filterd water
flood the egg shells from my feet?
and hav u from such lofty heights ever
felt compassion to trade spots...
to in my place melt in the nite?
to drown the dust that makes u fly?
moth dust
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