Never a butterfly..

Never a butterfly, always a moth. Attracted to the deadly wild things; anything shiny. Always the fire and lights, never the flowers-ending up burnt and often dead. Despite of ending up dead or singed I never could fathom my dire desire and mysterious attraction towards the wild. Perhaps I relish it. Perhaps I fear not.

-The Gypsy

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