this cute little candle fills me with sadness
because even though at the moment he's reading his cute little booklet eventually all that hot searing wax will dribble down his little face and it will slowly melt away in a slow agonising death of fire eventually leaving nothing more than the little thing he's reading in a small pool of melted wax with nothing more than a little stub of burned out wick to remember him by.
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Fri 13 Apr 2007, 0:38,
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