Sparks

My hands can’t count the sparks of life
That accompany me through my years.
Sparks that know not of age or finite youth,
But burn with the brilliance of a story of a girl
And priceless nights under the stars,
Warmed by the limitless flames of
Bonfires, best friends, and broken hearts.

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