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By it dosent matter Date: 2004 Mar 28 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.28.16.09.3886]] |
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description ... candle fresh poured wax still soft set flutters a flame blinding me incandescent this white light still so very pure in gentle murmurs its burning life shedding petals that fall burning too slow out these petals like unto a rose this flame so resembles scorching the ground softly charing it black in patterns that blaze untamed within my heart hurting me in not unkind ways as nerves so long forgotten take light them self an burn for what may never be as i relax in the company of this flame so like a rose |