The ever lasting candle is what the lord provide me , except i am the light not the wax.  i will burn out my time but as soon as its dusk,just like candles leave delicate smoke that my soul the sentiment witch smells better than physical fragments but i'm attach to others through  my spark. I  had and I left the fire...

for the light ,for others, indulge  the fire that don't burn and when it's gone it's dawn 


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