Whimsy Candle

Thoughts swirl around

To burn it would be sacrilege.

Yet its beauty must be consumed.

I watch the wax melt

and slowly I pool beside it.

Dripping lifeless onto the floor

I watch the flames burn the blue

from my headache

and I close my eyes

as I drift of peacefully.

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