Words burn
the meek paper.
But papers,
not enough.
We kindle fire!
From blazing fire,
words hastily roar.
Thunder. Triangles.
Allow us to touch you.
We’ll do our share
like the groan of drums
to set you alight.
Let the world catch fire
and stumble on radiance.
From those little sparks
that were stirred by this Twilight.
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