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I've cross sectioned and diced

every shred, every trace ...

Of the candle you burned from both ends.

You so carefully colored each line,

Hoping to flatter and appease ...

Carefully crafting your exit of two options.

Now here you stand in the fires you created...

Burning the candle from both ends,

Caught in the middle...

Blistering from the heat,

With wounds that will never heal.

Erin Woods