DON'T LET ME GO
Let me go through these miles, basking on air.
Let me see your sweet smile, oh, everywhere.
As in the cave of some cretin, living by fire
and ash, so does my own dark mind keep
dwelling - poorer than it should be, more
negative and shaded than necessary.
I promise that - one day - I will turn
on that lamp that lightens the gloom,
that bright candlepower will
illumine this room.
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