A moth

To a flame

Is much more

Romantic

Than a picture

That never got

Framed

Because it was

Too busy

Being lost in

The maze

Of everything

That gets

Lost and erased

Only to be

Replaced.

With a shadow

Of a hand

That runs along

The edges

Of the cliffside

And into the

Wind

Feeling the gravity

Building inside

Just like all the

Words hidden

In flight

As the slam

Into the surfside

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