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With just a click                     the wick absorbs the flame. A gossamer light                       that ignites into a beacon of warmth. A temple blessed A mess My own desk. Wax starts to melt And pelt Into the ocean of its own creation. A flame so soothing Hand moving Page a field of snow. Enough of this kitsch Flipped switch A flame confused and sputtering. The fan spins and calms Resting palm A flame vanishes.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC
The Life of a Poet's Candle
With just a click                     the wick absorbs the flame. A gossamer light                       that ignites into a beacon of warmth. A temple blessed A mess My own desk. Wax starts to melt And pelt Into the ocean of its own creation. A flame so soothing Hand moving Page a field of snow. Enough of this kitsch Flipped switch A flame confused and sputtering. The fan spins and calms Resting palm A flame vanishes.
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EvilShredder
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EvilShredder
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC
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