seed:
and yearning for another flame
and yearning for another flame
flitting 'round the slightly open door
i've only grown accustomed to the half -light
cobwebs are familiar
do I dare seek more
drawn to heat and light
winging too close could spell the end
perish thoughts of dissolving fine illusions
cracked cocoon of the past
I'll not float there again
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