The perfect one is picked and taken home.
Then its carved to smile
though its insides are gone.
Give it little fire and it illuminates the night.
It can only take the heat so long with nothing left inside
Slowly disintegrating as the fire dies.
though its insides are gone.
Give it little fire and it illuminates the night.
It can only take the heat so long with nothing left inside
Slowly disintegrating as the fire dies.
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