May 2020
THE DROWNING
Softly burns the candle
Bleeding a subtle bright
With a shortening wick
And a flickering light
Molten wax deluge
The flame dies
Drowned in its own life blood
Softly burns the candle
Bleeding a subtle bright
With a shortening wick
And a flickering light
Molten wax deluge
The flame dies
Drowned in its own life blood
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)
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