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Oct 2020
that wasn't a sunrise dear,
you set seven candles alight

and let your mind convince
you that you'd escaped the night

now you're choking on the smoke
and melting down with the wax

enough futile games, silly one,
it's time to come back.

31.10.20
i could find some more candles but i'm out of matches- and I am tired of the dark.
efni
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