A silly fly,
am I,
A bug
drawn
to your
warming, sacred
light.
That lightens up
the void,
my life, that is,
indeed,
the darkest night.
Smash me.
Please.
And wipe me
from the
face of Earth.
Forget
my birth.
I am
not worth;
A life,
A luck,
Your light,
Your love…
my pain.
I am a stain.
Remove
me,
rain.
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