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Apr 2013
What was it
But melting candles
As they burn through
The loud silence of the night
A flame dancing the waltz
With the voice of the wind
As it sang their melody
And we watched
The melting candles
Our eyes meeting
Wine stung kisses
And wet bed and sheets
Cool, so cool to the touch,
Skin golden, a treasure,
The memories quick to flee
Another lost
What was it
This is an old one. Like 2010. Could use a new title... suggestions?
Chris T
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Chris T
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