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Little
fizzled
riddle
fiddled into existence
at midnight
my lips flyin
spittin words
underneath the street lights
so that maybe you could see why
the dark makes the candle brighter

now

don't let this message slip by
without it first passing through your eyes
as I flip my
pen
which feels like crying
so I caress it across this page
to let the tears fall down
to build up this mountain top
that seemed so far away
yet now is just another fading backdrop
in this photo shoot we never scheduled
just another accident mending this present
into a memory that transcends today's
end