Moth Harris - Ash Misguided

Wrapped in black
Old, dirty, dusty, damaged
Held inside is something beautiful
A cold vacant stare
Breaks passed the overnight smell
and old particles of hair
Something beautiful is in the shell
Wrapped in an old dirty jacket
I see you when the sun peers over trees
but we can’t see it here

Moth Harris

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