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Jun 2017
I am the non-luminous flame,
Trembling with destruction.

I flicker at the uncertainty
of what lies ahead,
weakened with every
breezy thoughts and murmurs.

I linger for a bit more,
glowing dimly in still air
and through the long lonely night
in search for more.

As the wick starts to burn bit by bit
and the wax melts away,

The darkness slowly gathers,
Enveloping the once
so brightly lighted flame,

It is only time that
I am finally free to go.
Shalyn
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