Save My Wick

Fun tongue bowed through stressed greet,
Napkins beems to the sad nap,
Birds drums their wings
Furtive bomb
Loud crash,

Gaze through maze
Praise this haze,
Hibernate this led from sky rock,
Sky knocks, my body free
Black socks, bleached by the clouds,
See my flag
Hear my sound,

Hear my stuttered clapping wisp
Stirred through glass broken from stares,
See my scraped blistered lips
Roof to teeth chipped from snare,

Horny candle,
One log
One tick,
Burn me Sun,
Save my wick

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