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Good morning STEEMIANS! Inner poet still here.
Here is another weird poem just for you guys, and it about MOTHS. hahahahhaha

Night Moths

Did you know there were hundreds of little
night moths
crowded against the window pane
to catch a glimmer of light?

It was the scent of a strange perfume,
from fallen cocoons, sticky sincerity
that made them flee.

In this world of protected ruins,
in this circular world
where people tell
and re-tell the same stories,
in this world where people forgot
that the dyke
wouldn't be massive enough to hold back
the sea swell;

In this world where each and every one
would flee in panic in the end;
even the old lady sold
spun silver birds
while she whispered...

I hoped you liked it. It actually reflects my mood for today.