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dance of the moth
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dance of the moth |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
Come now, play a game Talk a man out of his name Whisper him to death So as he may rest in his smooth jacket With a liars tongue Speak as though a friend And let him dream of sounds Sweet, sweet, sounds Come now, play a game Dance the moth into a flame We are lost to our own So dance that moth Around, around, around Hold it close in cruel embrace Before you brush off it’s dust Remember its drooling eyes Before you give it a push Always was a sucker for the bright lights Play, play a game Dance the moth into a flame |
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Sharksbean Member
since 2005-09-25
Posts 368jax |
this sent chills down my spine very creepy. thanks for sharing  -may the force be with you in poetry |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Ryan~ You took the thought and wove the story well~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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xFromtheHeartx Member
since 2005-09-24
Posts 80Florida U.S. |
wicked write, thanks for sharing |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
Thanks all for your responses.  |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
Hey, whoa. That was pure brilliance. Despite being terrified of moths and all other insects, this was an awesome poem. Love. Courts. Hollow. Come on God, do I seem bulletproof? |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
Thank you very much Hollow, , your imput is always appreciated. |
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