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A candle flickers and in comes the breeze
White hands in the smoke and nobody breathes -
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Ow! the fire burns.
I think I'll melt if I touch it. -
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A moonlight rain was flowing in my dark room tinkling like silvery tiny bells. Entwined in snow-white sheets, I was beholding the mystery contained in the flame of dozen of white flickering candles.
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The fire flickers in the darkness
As the wax slowly dribblesby MarriedToTheDevil 23 lines, 3 comments, on Jan 25 12:06 PM 2007. In Candles, Love, Hope, Safety, Vaguely happy
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