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the spark worries. dismissed again by the flame.strays and orphans barter their remaining flesh.
as time sheds the last of its skin.
we're only temporary.
eternity yawns and we vanish.
change is precise, sharp and cruel.
we sneak inside each other. searching for light where none exists.
the spark stumbles. as the dark asserts itself.
time continues to make it promises. while the distance parses their veracity.
we're only temporary.
but the spark.
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