he wants to turn it off,
The light faded, the lamp post died a week ago… died from the cold.
The coldness brings about these feelings, the feelings that it wouldn’t be okay.
The light wasn’t the only thing gone, it was you and me, and we’re faded.
Faded like old newspaper, worn from neglect and use.
Give it a second life and another wind when the winds have changed course.
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Posted on Tuesday September 29th
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