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August 1, 2012 / Samuel DiPaola

Smoke

I stand in the sunlight
And wonder why I’m dying
Fragile as a candle flame
Burning hot one moment
With the power to consume
Extinguished the next
By the smallest breeze
Carried away
In a puff of smoke
Forgotten
Never to be seen

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