The Moth
You cry
I peel
You lose salt
I dissintegrate.
This is the way
to disappear
I’ll be the hunched
over teacher.
I’ll be the moth
flying into your head lights
you be the car
that shines them.
You be the one
on the road in the night
I’ll just make sure we’re colliding.
i’ve lost salt.
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I don’t have a car, perhaps you’d be my slug on the porch? >;P
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