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Apr 2012
Your silhouette twitches on my wall
In the flicker of a lavender candle.
To lay and watch for hours is my heaven,
Listen to this candle breathe.
But the temptation to embrace is too overwhelming.
Disappointment ensues reality,
A silhouette can never be grasped.
The wick is short and the wax liquid.
New candle desperately sought, found and lit
Vanilla.
Written by
Michael Sanderson
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