Flaming Faerie Faggot the kids all once called.
I think I told you that one time, but do you recall?
Now I see you all lit up and licked over with fire.
Whose heat sparks an ember in the heart of the middle.
This little ligth, unsheathed from the bushel.
Shines like a beacon where crashes the ocean.
Calling to the shipless to revel in the light.
Careening with the momentum of authentic insight.
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