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Mar 2020
im always scared of matches

so quick to catch the flame

i swipe the pick against the box

then pray o jesus' name

i hold my hand out steady

the spark a-flickers bright

then marches up the stick so fast

i blow with all my might

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i never needed to light this candle anyway
i do this EVERY DAY.. im buying a lighter
Ivy Davenport
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