Snow in the candles Lights poem: Snow-filled roads, the paths of reminders, sad to see it go, repeating constantly, times I took for granted, the lights will lead the way, out of this darkness of this place, the voice before the rain. Didn’t know my voice, didn’t know how to right my wrongs, isolated before I get attached, but I say my sorrow names, I care less of myself. Needed the motivation. Roads of invisible ice, scared of static blocks, a future that is unknown to me. The voice before the sleet
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