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A Thousand Candles

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A scent of decadence does not merely arrive; it haunts, it drifts,
a phantom presence unbound by walls: a fragrance cloying,
overripe sweetness of her peach, past its prime. Its flesh,
collapsing into a syrupy, oblivion, exhaling its vermouth.
As the air grows thick, opening the grave as if in theater,
with a thousand candles.  
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