the candlelight begins to flicker.
the fire that had made our skin wither
was slipping under the corners
of the ether
yet we still wait for the next war.
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author's note: for anyone wondering why this poem is so short, i wrote this poem for a mini competition held by the school, hehe ;p
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Harlequin
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