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Dying Candle (Free verse) by cheese.doodles The flameâs death
Is violent
It claws frantically
At cold, smothering space
As the wax,
Its life-blood,
Is stolen
Away into the greedy air
That is
Suddenly
Dark.
Up the ladder:
Facial Bliss
Down the ladder:
IT All Starts With My Fears
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Posted: July 22, 2007 9:08 AM PDT; Last modified: July 22, 2007 9:08 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0896473 Overall Rank: 6217 Comments:
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Dovina @ 65.171.163.35
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22-Jul-07/7:33 PM
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A good metaphor for something, but what? I can think of several twists. As it stands, you only describe the dying candle.
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Christof @ 62.121.23.56
> Dovina
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25-Jul-07/8:41 AM
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Maybe that's all it is?
Wax isn't stolen by the air it is fed upon by the flame.
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