The candle licks the air
No breeze, just still, hot and sticky
It's so silent that I can hear my cat purr and my ears ring
My drink is warm and my stomach, rumbling,
but I love the flickering of the last and single light,
A love only I can appreciate in this quiet house
With no children to interrupt or anyone else to spoil
this little piece of peace.
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Nihilist's Cookbook
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