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i was a candle
of quiet consequence
burning
without lament
for the sake of a little light
the night grew gentler
beneath my waning flame
and i,
in my humble ardour,
mistook my self-immolation
for a kind of beatitude
until even the wick forgot
its former shape
any.elvis
@anyelvis · 25 days ago · Love
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Bibliophile. Philomath. Lover of liminal hours.
The flame. #burning #fire #selfsacrifice #onesidedlove #quotethought
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