Lights from the top floor

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Just beyond overpasses where lives instilled with a special kind of drive pass over city lights and busy streets, a fire is spotted. Burning deep down pass the shallow surfaces of conformity, narrowly missing cold winter winds of acceptance. Nights turn warm under the moonlight, lightly tuning any knobs out of alignment with the natural. Naturally the feeling under the wind reminds us that reminiscing only Ignites half the fire. You remember just when and how the fire began, you remember the rubble underneath, you dream about the lives that couldn’t be saved and how you no longer miss them.

Keep burning, let your heart burn forever, never fear the heights.

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