Strange Writing
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A Soul Ascending

I couldn’t be there
when he left

so I lit a small
white candle
watching it burn
down to the base

the flame flickering
unsure, wavering
a faint blue outline
of what it once was
stretching out
with one last yellow reach

then collapsing back
into a plume of smoke
that spiraled up
like a soul ascending

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