Apr 2014
candle -
burning ends
ever flicker and
beautiful
torch
words
have no commotion
unless they
are used
like rags.
To find like the
wind
the emptiness
under
the loan of a door.
burning ends
ever flicker and
beautiful
torch
words
have no commotion
unless they
are used
like rags.
To find like the
wind
the emptiness
under
the loan of a door.
Written by
Andrew Rymill
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