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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