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Sep 2016
As candle wick
is dead center,
its flame comes
up straight in the
burn.
Though there's always
a vestige of wind
to weigh against
wax...strange enough...
a candle seems to come
together the more it
melts.
Every which way...
weeping a tipping point.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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