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(Candle) Wicked

Poetry By: inlalaland

Expanded thought.

Submitted:Mar 11, 2013    Reads: 22    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The flames leapt before my eyes,

Before my better judgement.

If only had been smarter with placing myself,

if only I knew she would tourment.

I could not escape her wicked hold,

I could not escape my doting trans.

She told me that she would never hurt me,

she told me she didn't stand a chance.

And now here I am;

my glow dimming and my heart sick.

And here I am now, telling the story

Of a candle who loved the wrong wick.


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