all lit up

turtleBeach

 

in prison

i sit

writing poetry

of you

 

no matter

where i go,

i am spoken to

bout the rays of the sun

 

moonlit days,

fiery nights,

glory be to god

look at what’s to be

 

excited hysteria,

a global folly,

flashlight at

the ready

 

 

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