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My Candle Flickers

2/4/20 Tonight I write by candlelight. The flickering light is kind of fucking with my eyes, but there‚Äôs a sense of wonder. Each line, my pen recedes from the glow only to slowly, gracefully dance toward it. The light swallows my words. In the end they will burn as the wick, curling in slow, singedContinue reading “My Candle Flickers”