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January 28, 2025

I was burned by a candle

So I blew it out and tucked it away

I would walk past the cabinet a lot

Sometimes look at it sometimes

I didn’t know that I would take it out

Still I don’t know why I did what I did

I would it hurt me

So I relight it and touched it again

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