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  • Writer's pictureKyx

burnt out

little sparks come into this life

sobbing and screaming all the time

our flames scorch everything we touch

hard to douse a fire that burns so much

but the wax piles up around the candle

the embers try to blaze but we can't handle

the longer the inferno glows

the more the wind threatens to blow

until at last our tiny flames die down

a shadow of our former self on the ground

cast by our struggling light

no brighter than the distant stars of the night


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