Promise

I will turn on nothing.

I will take my walk in the fire.

I will sing the song I hear

coming from the fire where I walk.

I will not look into the fire.

I will stay in my room,

singing a song I can barely remember.

I will turn into the fire.

I will sing a song I can barely remember.

I will bury my room in my bed

and carry my bed into the fire.

I will not hear the song at all.

There will be my voice,

just my voice,

and words that couldn't possibly have been in the song.

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