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Sixteen candles burning low
Wax that never learned to flow
Room too quiet, air too thin
Smoke still clinging to her skin
They walked past.
Missed the fault line
In her smile.
No one heard her quiet war
Sixteen years before the floor
Sixteen floors — the open sky
Windows wide, but no reply
Sixteen years… sixteen floors
She was falling
Long before.
She didn’t want the night to win
Just wanted silence in her skin
Someone seeing
Past the light
Gravity
Waited.
Sixteen years behind that door
Sixteen floors — nothing more
Open sky.
No one knew.
She was gone
Before she flew...
Morning came.
Same old sun.
Sixteen years.
Undone.....