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✍️☕️From NaPoWriMo April 2024☕️✍️
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THE CANDLES BURNED
The candles burned, and the moon went down.
She got dressed up and went out on the town.
She wanted music, a strong beat, raucous and loud.
She wanted to lose herself, dancing in a crowd.
Life was nothing but angst and lots of pain.
No sunshine, darkness and cold, cold rain.
She wanted to drink vodka into black oblivion.
Her mind chasing round and round so labyrinthian.
Their eyes met at the bar, and he smiled.
She shrugged; maybe she could be beguiled.
They talked and drank, then went to his place together.
They kissed and then had a casual, sexual get-together.
She woke early with a banging head and left quickly.
Once home, she took two aspirin and felt sickly.
Now, when the candles burn and the moon goes down.
She watches TV alone in her dressing gown.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2024
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