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| CANDLES Days to come stand in front of us like a row of lighted candles- golden, warm, and vivid candles. Days gone by fall behind us, a gloomy line of snuffed-out candles; The nearest are smoking still, cold, melted, and bent. I don’t want to look at them: their shape saddens me, and it saddens me to remember their original light. I look ahead at my lighted candles. I don’t want to turn for fear of seeing, terrified, how quickly that dark lines gets longer, how quickly the snuffed-out candles proliterate. |
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