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I was lying in a closed chamber, quietly troubled by providence
At nightfall, the Itopsia moth discovered my offered body...

Hanged on a hook, hoping to be possessed
By this strange ungracious thing

Dear lover, accomplish your promise as an odd imposition act,
dear lover, accomplish your promise as a doleful inhuman accident...

Tuta Absoluta, Cydia Aurana,
Noctua Interjecta, Orthosia Gothica

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