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Sep 2013
snuffed out too quick
like the oxygen stuffed
              flick of the wick
                               of a wax bundle
as it extinguish/es
and the smokey exhale
is born;
The flavor disappears.

Remind me to never fall asleep

with a candle burning.
lilah raethe
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