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Lamp
a shell made of earth
warms my flailing hands
incongruent flames of time
brings everything to an end
the night is cold, releasing
itself from the flowing darkness
when there is no hope for a moment more
the lamp exhausted, continues to glow
© Perpetual Wanderer
warms my flailing hands
incongruent flames of time
brings everything to an end
the night is cold, releasing
itself from the flowing darkness
when there is no hope for a moment more
the lamp exhausted, continues to glow
© Perpetual Wanderer
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