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Jun 2014
Life is born of candlelight
Amongst those flickered flames;
It dances like an impish sprite,
It waxes till it wanes;

It's final throes will burn so bright
As death it seeks to quell;
Then fading into endless night,
It leaves an empty shell.
Tryst
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Tryst  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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