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flicking the stick with a red rough scratch,
the darkness ignited from the lighting match,
focus of vision into the place surround,
and see the symbols of dirt on the ground,
revealing the writing in drawings i understand,
running over it with my other hand,
the match goes out with darkness's return,
to light up another and let it slowly burn,
reading the remaining lyrics of a song i already know,
the sounds in the silence i hear them flow.