Lights bleeding an excuse
An arson to be forgiven
The house is what all that he has
Strictures be kneaded
By skin's soundless sinking
And I smile by August
Because I've got this, don't I?
What absolves most of all
Is the ceiling that we have become—
GladdeningCinders we are now
Cinders we are then
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