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Candle Flame
The drop of fire stealthily burns
A tender angel descended into darkness
Spirit raised by my own hand
It grasps into the viscous air
Clinging, to rise, struggle, survive,
Calmly watching I realise I created torment
The flame needed me to live
I needed it to feel safe
Then I wonder who's need is greater
The creature of the creator?
-MXC
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