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The fireflies and I
Excite me
Light me up like a jar of fireflies
That play stand in, when theres not enough stars in the night sky
The dirtied, once green, simply trembles beneath,
A faith that holds out woe, like sheets
Bare chested, blessed, and bullets in the breeze
Curse momentary perfection,
I forgot what mistakes feel like
That's when it hit me - oblivious but for rocks falling from sky
Surreal revelations
A scented parrelel to your disguise
The roses turn from grey to black
As you fade off into the night
Floored and cornered
A watered down will to belong
I lay motionless, potent with a moonlit focus
As fireflies and locusts poured from the rocks
I sat and watched as they devoured, slowly soaked into the trees
I tried to visualise the fireflies and I as one, but they would not do the same for me...
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