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The warmth generated by the candle sways with desire. It burns with intensity, wax melts under the strain of the fire's all consuming beauty. The wick is eaten by the flame of the present circumstance. But the memory of the smell will stick around forever. The hot intensity of a dream igniting is enough to wake any slumbering soul.
Love always, Esha <3
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