It is like pulsing flame 
Held between quivering hands
Delicate, flawless—
I want to have it painted across the sky 
Every vibrancy, every shade
Every orange

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On a stretching hallway of doors
Each one flings into an uncharted

The paths here are lit by the moon
Maps are traced out of…

Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
After being mistaken for blindness.
Charity has become a famous symbol,
Leaving the poor into dirty gamble.
Why go out and…