Lights on the floor,
illuminating cracks and age.
I've made everything here perfect.
Who I am,
what I've done,
won't matter until you see this.
Asleep under the light post,
I've found a new home
I've gotten a bed in Terra.
I never did much right,
not that I mind that.
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