Mason

Candlewick

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 or 

heard anywhere.

 

I will always remember that

sudden chance, someday that

I'll be blown out and my torn

soul will rest.

 

My lifeless fumes lay.



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