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Published: 2009-04-09 00:21:09 +0000 UTC; Views: 42; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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Description
The match sets offAnd it chars my skin.
The phosphor burns off
And it symbolizes sin.
The striking sounds out
And it's a sandy grin.
The hand moves slowly
And lights the flame within.
The fire lights abruptly
And withers 'till it's thin.
The wick burns smoothly
And then it all goes dim.
The matchbox opens
And I start it all again.