Sparks

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Sparks of fire that catch my eye
You unravel parts of me layers intact
Summer night on the highest point, a drink in hand
Glimmering lights decorate the sky

The familiarity on both occasions are both similar yet unbothered
Both wounds cut a little too deep
Phrases of such
Led to my downfall
Yet,
Up I rise and will never die.

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