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Jul 9
the scent that lingers
after my lips blow the flame of a candle is my favorite
I’ve always held on to the end of the moment a little too long.
savored the last bite ‘til it was cloyingly sweet
I have never learned
how to let go,
even after the smoke clears.
Written by
Malvika  25/F/Illinois
(25/F/Illinois)   
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