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The torched holder

Is it...shit,

the hell if I know,

I'm just the holder

where the torch goes,

that seems about the size of it,

Bukowski told me to keep the fire

lit, and I guess I do what I'm told,

just like you,

one in the same,

counting sheep and burning

names

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