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By Betty B., Mattydale, NY
Candles in the corner, with empty bottles of cheap wine
Papers on the wall crumpling like skin on a salt tortured slug
With words that make no sense
Words that fit together in the subconscious but are no more than
Letters on a piece of paper
Meaning less?
The candles melt into a helpless puddle
Flickering shadows between letters
Pressed into my mind, melted into my soul
Symbol of a special state of mind
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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