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Apr 2018
Burning fingertips

on the wax of candles

from birthdays

I want to wish you

and your presence

missed, dissipating.



Your memory is aging.

Waiting for you

make a wish.
Written by
Kkø
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     Butch Decatoria, Rose and SPT
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