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Bag of bulbs



When shame begins to gnaw,
These words become switches
Little sparks in the dark
A memento, all for you

A little something, not medicine
Not some bandage, a bag
The bulbs you hide aside,
Time to look; look again

You can destroy the motion
You can deflate it
You may strangle them down
You might bat it away


Don`t


You can save small things
You can use each piece
You can prove it rightly
You can still choose 

Enviousness is not an eclipse
Support isn`t setup caps
Love bends like hate
Plans change, like folk

When you look in shame,
Look at the four walls
Peer your progress; believe it
Those expressions, light bulbs now
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