Streetlamp is lonely
How can it be that a gentle halo
Upon receiving such silence
Still forgives each visitor approaching?
Those background lies latent fears
They always rage to the foreground
Run up from the underground
Small change makes noise
The mother who mentions a bike out
Of nowhere reveals a window quietly
Inviting you to open and give form the shapeless
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