Kerosene

O, let the ghosts lie down but keep them close.
And don't let go. Keep your lantern lit and make your way home.

I was a headstrong heart
yet to be humbled;
too young and dumb to doubt
that I was too sturdy to stumble.
Biting ankles, trying to wrangle the throng.
Callow as hell, but
not half as withdrawn.

Now I'm a fair-weather flake;
a toothless cattle hound.
I'm a fun mistake to make
when your Mr. Mystery's out of town.
A mess at my best, I'm less than I've ever been.
What better time to begin?

O, let the ghosts lie down but keep them close.
And don't let go. Keep your lantern lit and make your way home.



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