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a dripping wax heart

you moulded me a wax heart
and placed a wick through its core,
and slowly and over time it burnt bright
but now it burns no more,
its light has been extinguished
this room has fallen oddly dark,
my heart exists as a molten mess
without shape or form on the floor

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