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Moth and the Flame
The moth, so fragile and delicate, was drawn to the flame, unable to resist its hypnotic beauty.
Ignoring the warning signs, it ventured closer and closer, its fragile body trembling with anticipation.
The searing heat consumed it, leaving nothing but charred remnants behind.
The moth's wings fluttered in desperate longing for the elusive flame.
The searing heat enveloped it in a fiery embrace, consuming it with a merciless ferocity.
In its final moments, as the flames danced around its dying form, there was no one to witness its agonizing demise, no one to offer any comfort.
The moth's sacrifice was in vain, its life snuffed out in a silent, lonely death.
There was no one to mourn its demise.
© handcuffedpoet
Ignoring the warning signs, it ventured closer and closer, its fragile body trembling with anticipation.
The searing heat consumed it, leaving nothing but charred remnants behind.
The moth's wings fluttered in desperate longing for the elusive flame.
The searing heat enveloped it in a fiery embrace, consuming it with a merciless ferocity.
In its final moments, as the flames danced around its dying form, there was no one to witness its agonizing demise, no one to offer any comfort.
The moth's sacrifice was in vain, its life snuffed out in a silent, lonely death.
There was no one to mourn its demise.
© handcuffedpoet
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