rain hit the pavement
flint sparks flew
cars stopped and people frowned
I smiled and blew on my fingers
spark
Machine
The heart is a pump, OK. Arms, legs, OK, they’re levers, I’ve got that. But the spark, the spark that sparks the machine? You know.
Electricity
As we walked side by side, our fingertips brushed and a spark flew. From that moment on our relationship was no longer static.
Spark leads to spark
Spark leads to spark.
And one day the fire.
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