Sat, 07/06/2019 - 17:21 -- jbrown8

Like the fading wick of a burning candle, 

Whose flame withers with every breeze

You crave the dark peace that accompanies 


Rather than give authority of your fate

over to time alone,

You wish to extinguish the light yourself

To bring upon yourself that shroud of silence, 

The passion for life

So put your lips to the fire, close your eyes

And relax

Take a deep breath in

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