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3.09.2012

flicker



a unexpected flicker then ignites 
I search for water, anything to put out the flame. 
Its familiar, far too warm and I still sit too close. 
I look around and see nothing but stars.
Maybe that's what keeps me here, burning my finger tips.
 Its something you learn as a child.
If its hot, you do not touch it.  
Its beautifully memorizing but, quickly becomes unbearable
Maybe instead of water, I need to search for dust, even the ash will do 
but that means I have to wait for this flame to burn out. 
Its disheartening at times to realize either way you lose. 
Just letting time do what it does best,
its the same thing as suffocating the flame
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