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I was woken from a dream by a black moth flying into face. The night before I watched the demise of a moth in the upside down lampshade of my living room. Somehow I think they might be connected....
A moth woke me in my dream
Sputtering whispers of cruel inclinations
Black and blurry. The furry of flight,
Reminded me of the crystal bowl
Hanging from my light globe
Where I watched another moth
Die just the night before.