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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

Afterglow

There is a beauty of the night,
that afterglow like a flying saucer,
or a meteor shower.

I just want to get to
the place, where 
my photons absorb
in the light, like
a candle in the wind.

..and no longer do I have
to burn all wrong, just
to get me wrong. And 
I don't have the afterglow.

Let me go down
to the city where
it blows up huge
buildings, walking,
the little ember 
in my hands.

Just stop trying to kill your ignition,
and light the torch. Let us be an 
awesome streak of blue light.







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