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Jan 2022
blue aura
the wick burnt out with no more wax to melt
i watch the picture frame go dark and quiet
no more memories and the fire that i felt
was as cold as the asphalt on which i slept
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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