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SPOONCURVE "candlewax"-are friends symmetric

she shivers alone
no one around
counts the hours,
in candlewax drops
the days go by, nights draw in,
memories,
of softest sin
breathes a sigh "why oh why, was it me? was it him?"
the silken lie


streets of jasper call her name
in candlewax drops
dizzy heights, full stops.
candlewax drops


so harmless, before the curtains drawn....