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  • Goodbyes

    Glass votive candles
    in the sky led me to you,
    fierce bright lights burning

    themselves out too soon.
    In the dark I wonder
    if ghosts sense fire

    when their lives blink out
    into whispers unobserved:
    blank and furious.


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