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The lighted candle
Alone on the table
Burning with its
glow
Slowly the liquid drops
The white smoke
rises
Dancing its moves
in the air
Forgetting about
gravity
It’s freedom for a
while
The background of
darkness
The demons
camouflage easily
Watching and
conjuring their ways
Only the weak will
fall prey
The twist of fate
The races of hate
It isn’t the way
The lighted candle glows
The way can be seen
The white smoke rising
stars
The demons hide
behind doors
It’s freedom for a
while
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