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My Friend Flicker

A spark igites
 and the rest is history.
 
That lone, single spark
 is responsible for it, all!
 
The laughter, tears, and anger,
 depression, giddiness, and regret;
 
all were each but, a single live-wire.
 Once lit, ther is no turning back!
 
However, it's the moment that decides
 which avenue shall encompass
 
where the fire shall burn,
 and exactly who should be holding the flame!

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