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i was attached at the hip to a well lit little twister so i can never forget the bright lot in the winter i squint my eyes to see you right in front of me blind to the fact that we’re diving into the sea when we bond we bond nefariously in the space from you to me there’s nothing but the little torch we need i was attached by the wrist to your well read little sister so i can never forget the sharp pain of a splinter i squint my eyes to see you right in front of me blind to the fact that the vision came much too late when we fire we fire at a higher rate i can get you to relate to nothing but the little torch we save blind to the fact that my glasses just broke in half we’re on we’re on a glorious path hope we can find our way back with nothing but a little torch in hand From Letras Mania