Upon you my candles sit, waiting to be burned
Before you were installed,
All my things were strewn about, upturned.
But then you arrived, all white and wooden
needing to be hung
waiting to stand tall, holding all my goodies
A catalogue, a tea light,
Pillars, oh I get it!
You stack my items well
I can't even realize
What life would be without you.
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