Leaking like leftover wax from a candle in a coffee tin, like blood...a flood... my brain, my heart, inflamed he's ashamed of anything I represent, the time I spent, his name, his game, was I never even his real friend?Who shall ask a friend to stay hidden, go in the dark, what you're not invisible, but your green bubble is showing, why must you fly a flag for everyone to see?
To him who isn't ashamed should the flag not represent light not flight?
Throw over the veil, back to your jail, continue falling until he comes calling....
...lest he never find her again.
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