Jan 2021
The little candle lit
So brightly surrounded by
The gloom of darkness
Of so much wrong
truth hiding from you
Like the silhouette rising
stretching right behind Me
This candle will be my doom.
So brightly surrounded by
The gloom of darkness
Of so much wrong
truth hiding from you
Like the silhouette rising
stretching right behind Me
This candle will be my doom.
(44/M/Colorado)
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