light it up
let’s go ahead and do this
there’s nothing here
but the smell of gasoline
shatter the cup
of the empty kiss
there is only fear
and they’re all this mean
empty the coffers
and raid the till
don’t tend the fire
chase butterflies
laugh at the scoffers
go in for the kill
plot and conspire
for the everyone cries
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Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.
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