POETRY
Musings on Wax
A Wish of the Light

Stimulated by the scent of
the scintillating descent
into silent nothingness
where I become
all of me.
Fire flickers from wicks
half-spent yet hellbent
to deliver every bit of
everything they can
become.
Stimulated by the scent of
the scintillating descent
into silent nothingness
where I become
all of me.
Fire flickers from wicks
half-spent yet hellbent
to deliver every bit of
everything they can
become.
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I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.
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I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.