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At an island of light
Inside
a lamp is lit
it’s night
but the heavens got an idea
out there lies a mad galaxy
the air curves and changes shape
in silence
people swarm the streets outside my window
everyone with their head in the clouds
like out of a dream
I step out of bed and write a poem
that starts with: It’s Saturday, it’s February,
and I don't want to die
Inside
a lamp is lit
it's night
but the heavens got an idea
a lamp is lit
it’s night
but the heavens got an idea
out there lies a mad galaxy
the air curves and changes shape
in silence
people swarm the streets outside my window
everyone with their head in the clouds
like out of a dream
I step out of bed and write a poem
that starts with: It’s Saturday, it’s February,
and I don't want to die
Inside
a lamp is lit
it's night
but the heavens got an idea
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