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hurt ?
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words . . .
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urge . . .
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candles
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burn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ in
places
.
where
.
t
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.
candles
.
s
t
i
l
l
.
burn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Another
yearn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Another
turn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Another
hurt . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Another
blur . . .
–
–
–
.
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.
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better . . .
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.
.
.
Another
worse . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
places
where
.
t
h
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.
candles
.
s
t
i
l
l
.
burn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ in
places
.
where
.
t
h
e
.
candles
.
s
t
i
l
l
.
burn.
Reflection: This was a forgotten, but powerful romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in November of 2020 where the affected party struggles to move beyond relationship(s) of the past – because there are certain memories where “the candles still burn,” and select present day encounters which spark those memories and make them continue coming alive. Even when the affected party gets into new relationships, he or she still gets haunted and taunted by the past.
I played the wonderful gem of a song “Deacon Blues” by Steely Dan in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.