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A moth love was evolving, without a flame.

The cat was finally dead.

You were not facing the facts to defeat yourself―

The space had a scent. In stunned silence, I will

What you did not know was the resilience

Answering your own question, wrapping the kill―

Stares down, the grey moon, fixedly,

Like the banana peel thrown on the sidewalk, you

The triangle― right-angled. Pythagorean

Like a snake it moves.