She blew out the candle and made herself boss
She removed the light and I'm feeling the loss
She messed up the image, turned it to moss
Now all is darkness
The candle smoulders, has hope returned?
It flickers a while, my stomach churns
But the flicker dies out and hope is spurned
Now all is darkness again.
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I would love to know the thoughts behind the poem.
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