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Feb 2020
The words that slip

Wax

Dripping through your fingers

Lost in form

Melting

Snuffed away

The failing candle of the mind

Leaves only smoke

Bitter and drifting

Fleeting beauty

Hanging possibility

The lingering fragrance of what might have  been
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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