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Aug 2015
Candles are in churches
and when we light one
we know a new energy is born
people are like candles
we are born
and alight
an in our teens burn into the night
and even sometimes burn both ends
running our batteries low
fall in love
and charge our batteries right up
then when back on both feet
the ******* thing
happens again
until we burn ourselves right out
and on that day
the smoke of what we was rose onward up

Thats why I cry at Candles.
True story and falling bruises your knee.   P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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