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Wax Eyes

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Obsolete windows to the heart are glazed with immobilization.
All because of one realization.
One of which implements all words from being spoken.
Blinking harder and harder, hoping that when the eyes are reopened the glaze will have melted.
Melt. Like the wax surrounding the wick of a candle.
Stuck in the melt pool.
But now matter how much melts, the pool only grows in size.
Liquid candles have no use, and neither do liquid eyes.
Be strong and toughen up, be firm and all is put to good use.





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