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Torch or Scorch

I see shapes in the darkness

Good of likeness


They consume my dreams

They become my dreams


Never hunted

Games of chase

Don't be daunted

Pick up the pace


Laugh through the lucid

If only you viewed

it


Representations

Symbolism

Fanaticism

Purpose stations


I feel my way

Light as a feather

Crying for you to wake up

To the red Sun Rise


The darkness waits

For you to forget

The Torch


Ready to Scorch

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