Lit Candles to Dead Stubs
Desperate Lies LayoutsLife is a freshly lit candle.
It burns down melting the waxy layers.
It burns lower and lower until its
Half way down.
Then suddenly with a gust of air the
flame is extinguished.
All but too soon.
Before its a dead stub.
r&m
It burns down melting the waxy layers.
It burns lower and lower until its
Half way down.
Then suddenly with a gust of air the
flame is extinguished.
All but too soon.
Before its a dead stub.
r&m
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