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Jul 2023
The fireworks soar so high
They burst and scatter embers
Some fall to the ground
Others catch in the black cloak sky
They eat through the fabric slowly
These coals twinkling all the while
But we just call them stars
The stars aren't fireflies caught up there in the sky but embers that never fell
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Aimée  F/The Past
(F/The Past)   
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