be in stitched to my wrist
hold me together in a kiss
through feathers
I still give to her
my life from under the sorting hat
I through forty track down on a plack
sorting out the bad throw me your code
I'll jump to the most who boast
through ghosts holy as the coast
ripped in hopes I don't see you show
blind I stab at my heart with the arrow I start
fire on coals stoaked in hopes to provoke
entirely scolds the tongue on a small rung
the headlights falling from the one unsprung
wake up spring has come
kings were tugged down by pride in tides
washing out the mind of my
light fire with this spark not unlike your ark
faithless to my start where we all fall apart
and in heart, I scrape by on flawed bars
holding back the power stained to greet
blood in the rafters dripping on laughter
touching no last-place finish hereafter
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