Oh neon poetess,
We take delight,
With every word upon your breath
Tattered wings,
Against your light,
We gladly beat ourselves to death
Oh midnight poet,
In this darkened world,
A weary soul does well to cry
And though the sun,
Is much to hot,
In the day we place our wings to dry
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