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Light my life, Light my house, light the fire
I’ve climbed the next flight of stairs,
without moving my legs,
and now I look down,
at the spiral of limbs,
of heart-broken hymns,
the prayer,
so unfair,
to those of whom I love,
left, lying, so I could move on,
and I tell myself to wait,
they can’t be far behind,
but of course,
innately me,
I broach the step
and flee,
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I like boys with strong convictions and convicts with perfect diction, Underdogs with good intentions Amputees with stamp collections
-So Nice, So Smart
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