The London Hours, 2012

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Some times
it’s like the wicker
dying
.
flames subsiding
dancing into leaping
hitching
.
bending smaller
the emptiness
around
.
everything melting
no certainties
no strength
.
falling
dying
so much
.
wax around
so little memories
of a once large forever
.
fire.

.

.

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