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Notes on my tongue,
bittersweet flavors.
Lace my sighs and smiles together
when I think about it.
Kindling wood heart,
sometimes timing
is just right.
I strike a match trying to
catch what a spark sounds like.
I’m trying to find the exact moment,
not that it matters now.

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