Moth
Like a moth I breath only to come out
from a greased exhaust fan
into the life of flowers of trees
My life is a struggle to escape
from the four walls of ugly world
to the world yonder with no ends
I can't eat these oils anymore
stuck to the ceilings from soot
I want leaves to grow for me
from the womb of existence itself
I want to die over some soil
covered with petals and dew.

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