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Thursday, February 28, 2008


Love hurts like hot candle wax on your fingertips- burns and stings with real heat, but you try again every time to leave it perfectly whole- separation of finger from waxy shell ends in crumbled pieces as does lover from lover turned friend or enemy, heart wounded but fixable- just put it back into the candle.

It's true, isn't it? I mean, you wouldn't really think of it so simply, but I know I'm right.

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