also

candles have a home they make a metaphor

I am going to trust it.

Or rather I am going to squeeze this all anyway

Until there are no drops left

My face at the fountain I am weaving sunlight in my hair

Asking the sky for nothing

Knowing god rains on the wicked too

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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