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Flick the lighter.
A familiar click.
Flame.
Warmth.
Close it,
Gone.
Look at the side:
Black.
Blue skull.
Life.
Death.
Old couch.
Empty house.
But the flame,
It’s still there.
Somewhere.
Flick it open.
It sparks back,
Burn brighter.
(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
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