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Like A Moth To A Flame

Burned by the fire

Photo by Darius Soodmand on Unsplash

“My love is blind can’t you see my desire?” — Janet Jackson

She was like a moth to a flame
getting burned by the fire
no name or shame
just looking for a soul
but instead, she met
projections and protections




Come and share with us your inner song

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Lindsay Soberano-Wilson

Lindsay Soberano-Wilson

Poet | Teacher | Feminist | Editor: Put It To Rest & iPoetry | Casa de mi Corazon: A Travel Journal of Poetry & Memoir. lindsaysoberano.com

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