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ckering beauty Enticing force To draw ever closer suddenly, I'm toast. Succumb to attraction is to draw to the heat. Conventional wisdom calls for retreat. If I soar ever upward away from the flame, I'll enjoy the warmth and finish this game. I hover in silence. I hover alone. Force and determination draw me toward home. There may be beauty and new opportunity in death, but am I ready for it yet?

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Date: 4/24/2019 12:00:00 PM
Poem should begin Flickering beauty. It is inspired from the moth being drawn toward the candle flame.
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