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Warmth echoes throughout; Pearlescent purpose, radiant chorus. Yet to those most vocal, most devout: Spare us the gospel, you're starting to bore us. As the false 'gel's singing fades, I burn incomplete. I can't hold a candle to the others. Flames so fervent, yet out of grasp. They hound for answers, and out I gasp - "Beeswax."; fitting for embers of intrusion. I can't hold a candle to them. Paraffin prides leave me dazed, A trickle, a drip, Fallen to this maze. I can't hold a candle, For palm melts in my palms, I can't hold on, I'm melting.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 8:42 PM UTC
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Warmth echoes throughout; Pearlescent purpose, radiant chorus. Yet to those most vocal, most devout: Spare us the gospel, you're starting to bore us. As the false 'gel's singing fades, I burn incomplete. I can't hold a candle to the others. Flames so fervent, yet out of grasp. They hound for answers, and out I gasp - "Beeswax."; fitting for embers of intrusion. I can't hold a candle to them. Paraffin prides leave me dazed, A trickle, a drip, Fallen to this maze. I can't hold a candle, For palm melts in my palms, I can't hold on, I'm melting.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 8:42 PM UTC
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