Moths to a flame
The addictive intoxication of nostalgia,
Leads many to the path of doom.
Time and time again, they succumb,
Flying into the Flame.
Like moths, their insides burn,
And their wings sing.
They fall befuddled,
Wondering where they went wrong.
Leads many to the path of doom.
Time and time again, they succumb,
Flying into the Flame.
Like moths, their insides burn,
And their wings sing.
They fall befuddled,
Wondering where they went wrong.
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