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Carbon
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Older Thread wrapped around a rock
Tells me all is lost.
The lamp has come unraveled.
The fumes of the bulb are spreading across the floor.
The filament scratches my brain.
How it got in there, I can only imagine.
Just like the broken glass wonders what
It once was like at the beach.
Origin cohorts splash me with their drinks.
Now the change will fall into my cup,
And my song will be sung in the skyway.
