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Apr 9
As the clock continues
Its everlasting tick,
The candle begins to sing.
Weaving words of spider silk,
Leaving a trail of scentless smoke
Through the silent night.
Written by
Adrian  17/M/Wherever I May Roam
(17/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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