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24 February 2015

Promethean

flames

what kind of monster am I?

I’m the man fortune made me

only as good as circumstances allow

and only as bad as I have to be

this heat and light are stolen

they obscure a multitude of sins

it’s an old cliché tailored to fit

and worn with a swagger

because I’m stepping tall

when I roll out my thing

this candle burns exceedingly bright

is neither hidden under a bushel

or extinguished in the night

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