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Aug 2020
I hold a candle.
Dripping with love, hardening my heart.
For as the candle melts, my love for you fades.
The flame jumps and flickers.
Finally giving out.
My memory of you is but a smoking wick.
Vanishing in wisps of smoke.
I held a candle.
steve
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