Always hot, never warm,
I am but a fixture,
a part of the norm.
Bound by my maker,
robbed of control,
always hoping
to dim my glow.
Darkness has come,
yet my light still shines.
Just flip my switch
and let me die.
Always hot, never warm,
I am but a fixture,
a part of the norm.
Bound by my maker,
robbed of control,
always hoping
to dim my glow.
Darkness has come,
yet my light still shines.
Just flip my switch
and let me die.
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