Flicked the switch and the room was bathed in warm light.
The outside remained dark and cold.
There was this moth – thirsty for a fix of light.
Desperate to throw herself at the light without considered
consequence.
She drummed relentlessly on the window pain …
Time and time again
Time and time again
Time and time again
Exhausting.
Don’t give up searching and longing for the light
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