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The horrifying sight,

The haunting image,

That wouldn’t go away.

 

I back away slowly,

Silently,

Hoping it would disappear.

 

But it’s there,

Noiseless and still,

But there. 

 

I wish it would go away,

Out of my sight,

So I can be at ease.

 

Yet if it starts to move,

I would tense up again,

Terribly terrified.

 

Either way, 

I am on tenterhooks,

I don’t know what to do.

 

For the huge,

Dark moth,

Sits and stares.

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