The candle
It's fire was swaying gracefully
As if dancing into a song
Hot, and burning with passion
Yet got full with the darkness around it
And so she became nothing
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Just The Randomness of an Insomiac |Poetry|
Rastgele"The candle It's fire was swaying gracefully As if dancing into a song Hot and burning with passion Yet got swallowed by the darkness hugging it And so she became Nothing" When a simple girl can't fall asleep, she just stares at the sky and let h...
