Candle light
Copy Right Nici West
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It was ten o�clock,
The lights were dull,
Her brain was weak inside her skull.
A candle lit,
The door was closed,
Her day was left on wilting clothes.
Her eyes were closed,
Her body collapsed.
Around the room a thought would crash,
Into her mind,
Into her hand,
The floor is sinking into sand.
And there her soul,
Will lose it self,
But in the morning,
it�s back on the shelf.

10.10.06
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