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Leather Wax

On a boring day, my addictions continue,

Either taking me to lands-end,

Or the minor details in-between,

So whilst bound by life, I take the time,

To rub wax;

A way of preparing,

For the sacred ritual,

Blessed in oil,

And summoned by a spark,

That waits within me,

Barely contained.

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