A few may know what I mean
When I spark to the depths of a page
Shouting, till my arteries scald
And burst enraged.
A few may know
And I quietly prosper
With warmth and light
A few may know what I mean
When I spark to the depths of a page
Shouting, till my arteries scald
And burst enraged.
A few may know
And I quietly prosper
With warmth and light
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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