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Etchings

You remind me of a candle
The way the smoke slips from your lips
The way your flame flickers from side to side
The wick slowly burning
Turning black and ugly

As the wax slowly melts
I see the inside of you
The pool of unshaped lines
Nothing is defined in you

Little notches etched in smooth white
Children with their pocket knives
That's all your pain is equivalent to
Carvings of initials that melt with time
Written by AdeleRae
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