My Flashlights Dead


Batteries don't last forever

Juice oozes with every standing O

Your rays and beams lit up

Penetrated the humorless

The light was sold with every ticket

The silver screen molded into a stake

What they gave back was artificial

Incandscent smiles

Fluorescent hand shakes

Not enough to sustain

You were not rechargeable



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