Monologue

I am different than most things I have a beautiful summer breeze scent I’m bright and vibrant. I’m fragile but fierce. I smell nothing but my own summer breeze I feel nothing but my own heat I see my wax melting I taste nothing but fire and hear nothing but sizzles. I am a flame. I sit in still peace all the time but if you play with me you will be burned by flame and wax. You think my flame will burn out but I’m not like most candles. I will burn forever.

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