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Candle Watch Minichu
The wick aflame on dust whirls
About the trying brilliance of the room—
Eyes burned eyes on hidden places, firesome
Throughout the glass rocked in wax—
A kisses' shadow casts glow on the phantasm;
For this christening's blow on the last
Briefest whim
Cracked whispers
Shaken
The wick aflame on dust whirls;
A kisses' shadow casts glow on the phantasm,
Shaken.
Copyright ©
Paige Hind
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