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Oct 2019
Sitting in an abyss of my own creation,
as the wax of my last candle drips burning down my hand,
and I wonder:
what would I see if I blew it out?
Written by
Jeff Lewis  59/M/Earth
       Carmen Jane, Bobby Copeland, Cné, ---, annh and 10 others
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