Candlewick

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I'm standing there. Withering. 

My hair flails in the wind that 

blows over my lifeless body.


I dance all night until dawn 

pierces the skies.  It's only 

me,alone. No one to be 

seen orheard anywhere.


 I will always remember that 

sudden chance, someday 

thatI'll be blown out and my 

tornsoul will rest. 


My lifeless fumes lay.

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