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When the gold gleaming cast shadows On the sweeter air at night— / So quiet, just that flickering On the windowsill / See it sigh See the wax is running low— / I knew soon the light would die So I kept vigil, just me in the soft dark

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evening_turns_to_cyan

19 / M / VA

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Written by

evening_turns_to_cyan

19 / M / VA

Published

Jul 27, 2018

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1m

Notes: Prompt: Write a poem about a candle melting, but do not use the following words: Candle, Fire, Melt, Burn

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