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May 14
Flick of a match,
A burning wick.
Flicker And it flickers,
A hot flame.
A fire of comfort,
Enlighten the dark.
Alas to burn down,
Last trickle of its wax.

What once was burning,
Now vanished.
Disposed,
And soon forgotten.
Just like us,
We stop flickering.
As fragile as a candle. This fleeting life. The people we know today may not be with us tomorrow.
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     Goddess Rue, Man and Jeremy Betts
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