Belittled are the sparks,
Arranged, and ignited in me.
Reassured of my misplacement,
Referenced casually.
All too disillusioned am I.
Gross hours, gross days
Each silence an eraser.
Belittled are the sparks,
All too disillusioned am I
Reference me, reference me.
Reassured of my misplacement,
Anyway, I voice the spark.
Grappling with the lack of fire,
Each attempt a testament.
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