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Candle Wax Romanticism

And now, my dear -
It is just me,

Alone again,
In the echoes of my pen

As the curtains,
They open

In my mind,
On a quest to find

The lines,

The beautiful lines.

Did you want to know
Why I write

In the falling snow
And sunshine

So bright

&

Beautiful?

Is it

An affliction?

An addiction?

The dictation
Of an edict

Of distinct
Ink?

Damn baby:

My dear,

Just tell me,

Now
&
Here,

That when I re-emerge

You

Will

Be

There?