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Candle Light

Candle wax dripping down the face While at the bottom hardens the heart The wicks fire has burned dark Once lit with light to see the soul Now sits on an empty table alone Tears of wax no longer drip This candle has been blown out

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Date: 9/28/2020 3:16:00 PM
Oh this is good, Bobby!
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Bobby May
Date: 9/28/2020 3:18:00 PM
Thank you Kim!

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