There exists a fire born to spread,
Find home in embers long dead,
Pull apart the weight of dreams,
Shake the hopes on hollow beams,
There are walks in the park
That you must take in the dark
To see the full wonder of your face,
Faintly lounging on the empty space,
Make the threshold of night
The balcony to relentless light,
Find your rapture in new bones,
See them breathe life into stones.
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