The moth ends...
its life,
a mad lover!
suicide!
dances...
in circles,
bright light,
hot lamp,
the mad moth,
catches fire,
burns out،
reduces to ashes,
non- existence,
won't arise again,
from its ashes,
It is not a phoenix! ! !
Mad moth! ! !
Mykoul
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