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I’m not the Candle who’ll,
Burn because you,
You’ve no solace; no heat.
But I can see your gnarled,
Twisted, wrecked, ashes cindered dust.
I’ll not be abused, fractured —
They were smothered flames too.
I might be warmth, ice —
Everything misconstrued, blighted;
My prayers gut-wrenching torn.
Define truth, straightforward, not confused;
Honesty lashed with,
Toxicity, illusion; unhealed wounds seep.
Heart quickens, pace strong, defiant,
Cornered, smothered, responsibility;
One truth believe, another truth quivers.
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