Candle PeopleA Poem by Davidgeo.paraffin my dear, it's a waxy word. what's even more? water cannot touch it. like a distant memory, rolling off horizon... gone my sweet. all dressed in white, left very incomplete. (say sorry) What we adored, but could not take. more memory, my dear? for the wax museum? (you c**t)
paraffin my dear... water cannot touch it we both cannot touch this any more © 2017 DavidgeoFeatured Review
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