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The Roads That Lead Us Back
The memory of Home, fresh and rawOf the friendly, familiar earth,The inviting lure to the roads I sawthat led to our town of mirth, Here, shines the brighter sunThat warms…
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Upon a Moth Around a Flame
She flutters around the flame,Yearning for its light to remain,The warm, golden sheensoftly blankets her wings.She dances to the fluorescent flickerReveling like a drunken wandererHer glassy scales glow in the…
