I am a candle to be snuffed by the wind,
A candle neither tall or short,
But teetering on an edge,
Residing in a cup burdened by my wax.
If I should lean forward
Or back,
I would break,
And slump,
Dripping regrets
as hot
as my sorrow
Poitiers, January 2020
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