Candle in the wind

…The leaves
Pause to mourn. It wasn’t the reaper calling.
A bearded Jew picks you up like a prom date,
His halo catching the pearls of your white dress.
The fiery chariot makes your half smile shine, as you
Look back at the tears to come…

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Because sometimes,
That all she’s got,
It’s all she’s got.

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