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The candle waned against the waking sky,
Its flame dimming over what it had seen.
Nostalgia grasped for memoirs gone by,
As your pulse thumped underneath your skin.
Your chapped lips lingered lightly over mine,
As if to hold what time would soon reclaim.
The stars hung spliced up the telephone line,
And stolen from where they had shone the same.
From my arms you silently passed with grace,
As earth unveiled itself to fields of gold.
You left my side with tears still in my face,
Where nothing but your coldness I could hold.
u/AthanasiadeSerin01 — 9 days ago