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all the poets are getting laid tonight/their sonnets show their spent time/under their sleeves/are just more lines you can read/so lay on down with these worn pages/and make sure the room is lit up right/to your own light/bring your own light/so we can’t hide/all the philanthropists are getting proposed to/with big ideas that they did not choose to preach/but it’s eating up their ink/so spill your eyes over the process/try and make sense of the prose/there’s something there/make you want to feel/bring your own light/so we can’t hide/and all the books are getting read tonight/bring your own light/so we can’t hide/and all those love songs are gonna eat your heart out/so come back with a pen/and write it, (just write it)
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