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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