By jack
Date: 6 January 2001
attraction
candle wax with sealing sticks
vanilla in the raw
core with light a burning
fought with self to draw
lighting flame you brought yourself
my soul a moth with fear
yet drawn so ever forward
blinded to old tears
queer twist to vision held
candle fade to moth
feel of my self a glowin
attracting you as well
soft into this night
to old moths a flutter
flames a gutter yet glowing
on two old candles as well
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