There are three candles burning in my room.
Each has a different scent.
I like them all and I like them together,
but I don't think they like each other.
So I choose none of them to burn all night.
I choose the lingering aroma
and the softness of a blanket.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
