The beat of the bulb light:
Pulses. Pulses exploding through my veins, Electricity at my fingertips, the beat of the bulb light, at the heart of the soul. A change to be desired, love that is unkept. The beat of the bulb light, crackles and breaks at the numb feeling. The fall of Icarus, the rise of the statue stood tall. A drowning scream, and the beat of the bulb light fades out.
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Author:
Georgia Watson (
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