The Scent of a Blown Out Matchstick
reminds me of
tragedy
and
love;
of
life
and of
death.
It reminds me of
light even
in its darkness;
and of
warmth
in its coldness.
The Scent of a Blown Out Matchstick
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The Scent of a Blown Out Matchstick
reminds me of
tragedy
and
love;
of
life
and of
death.
It reminds me of
light even
in its darkness;
and of
warmth
in its coldness.
I just want to +1 the love for that ending. It's so powerful.
This is so beautiful! I can't get over: light even
in its darkness;
and of
warmth
in its coldness.