so this is knowing
the line that is crossed
when understanding
turns into chaos.
the sun sets every night,
this is home.
alone and wishing
to blow out the candles.
a look over shoulders
will show the error
in our ways.
no choice but to run away.
the candles are always on
but contempt will blow them out.
pity a future yet to come
so that this may continue.
desperate for help.
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