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Rose red candles,
Burning by the bed,
Little too close to my sleeping head.

I Layed playing
And encircling the flame,
Touching the glass around
The candles.

Warmth biting at my fingertips,
Burns slightly enough to remove it,
But here I go, back again,
Ready to tease and tempt it.

I lay smiling, watching the flame,
Twist, turn,Flicker
As the wick burns,
As the red wax melts,
Into a puddle of beauty.

Beauty, simple, rose red,
Wax, slowly melting away,
As the night drifts away,
As I fall asleep today.

I wake to find,
The candles barely alight,
Some gone, only the wick
In the glass still remains.
I blow them out, and watch as the room
Goes black,
And the swirls of smoke,
Twist and swirl
Into nothing ness.

Rose red candles,
Are no longer.

Morning.