Spark

the words were hazy and written on the wall

in a sort of opalescent ink that was spun from her soul

and told the story of what should have been

she just couldn’t see it

it was so dark and dim

she threw herself out there

like a match

waiting to be picked up

and struck

so that the buried passions

and unattainable dreams

would light up

and set the world on fire

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