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 | Moths. |
since the days of heat I have had visitations of moths â just after I lay down in sleep I hear them â
strumming. they knock about the black room â like a dream looking for a possible light.
I kill them. there is a makeshift grave beside the wall where their dusty insect bodies fall.
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