HEART CANDLE
on a daunted night, at my table
for the most part, a candle burns
my neck hangs down in its blue
pulls me down, brings me together with my sorrow
but this is the heart
it does not display that it melts like a candle
the ashes fall from my eyes
concomitantly, a pile of hope is woven into my eyelashes.
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