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i can only see from the candle wick
its flame setting me on fire
its too bright, blinding my mind
so i grab onto the wick
black dust of my thoughts
cover my fingers and
smoke fills my head
the dust travels up my hands past my
covered so safely arms
to my neck and suddenly
i am myself only i am gone.

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