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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1514542

A short poem lost in the dark...

Lost Light
by ParYaw

The dripping wax into the eyes
The wives, the lives, the sun is knives
Wondering,
Gardening,
Slumbering through the last hour of night.
Awake, the night lives inside-
I can't hide,
I can't cry,
I can't avoid the sight
Can't move my hand from the candle's light.

I let it burn.
I let it
Burn.

The skin boils.

It doesn't learn.
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