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TO EMILY by KATHERINE O'MEARA

First Line: LIKE A WHITE MOTH FLUTTERING
Last Line: IN YOUR HAND.
Like a white moth fluttering
You courted death,
Drawn toward the light
And the warm breath
Of the candle sputtering.

Frail troubadour you stand
And seem to be
Looking within,
The latch of eternity
In your hand.



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