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Glitters like a mirror, reflecting only copies of reality <cool line
When I stare into it I see the filament
Burning bright orange
The glass is thin and fragile
Like my skin it burns to the touch
A warmth that fills your vision
Like a snake preparing to attack it coils and hisses as it reaches a fine point
Where all power enters and light escapes and pools <note the line break I've imposed here>
in the night
<don’t capitalize the first letter of a word that begins a new line unless it is the beginning of a new sentence
Strong, descriptive use of language, Randy.
Lightbulb
Light glistens on my skin.
Glitters like a mirror, reflecting copies of reality.
When I stare into it I see the filament
burning bright orange.
The glass is thin and fragile
like my skin it burns
a warmth that fills your vision.
Like a snake preparing to attack, it coils and hisses
where all power enters and light escapes and pools
in the night.
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