lost and lonely

You, soft and only, you, lost and lonely, whispering words only they can hear, planning a crime, conspiring on a job, taking an exciting life in their own hands while raining pain on people they used to love, who perhaps, still love them. The disintegration of time unresolved the flicker of candlelight in a glass bulb cupped by a plastic mesh, a short wick barely on fire, swimming in a puddle of melted wax, he picked the candle jar up and swirled the liquid wax to coat the surface, creating a thin opaque layer and allowing an increase in the size of the flame.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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