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The Existentially Satisfying Feeling of Snuffing Candles

Thought I could stand to share another poem. I tried to get this one published for a while, but it wasn’t any editor’s cup of tea. I still love it…one of my favorite of my short poems, maybe. Snuffing Candles Melting, dripping with time passing, Wick still clashing. Ashen, waxen, Flame un-passion. Holding candleholder handles,… Continue reading The Existentially Satisfying Feeling of Snuffing Candles