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Like moths to a flame

she is drawn to him,

mesmerized by his eyes,

enchanted with his smile.

Oh-so insidiously

the flame dwindles and dies;

like a cloud of smoke,

he dissipates from her grasp.

Once more

she is left fluttering

aimlessly on her own,

left with nothing else

but haunting memories

of what used to be.


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