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Here you are beneath my sole,
Ears still closed
To what you’re told;
A shadow cast,
You won’t let go.
Your burn the cold
And freeze your hold.

Though when the sun goes,
What I know
Is that you’ll reappear beneath the glow,
Coming back to me at
The spark of the bulb,
Still beneath
Though I’ll be old.

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