Sparks

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I can't seem to my own temptation tame,

it lurks and wanders in the woods of distraction,

curious,flickering,flying in different directions,just to disappear-like sparks to a flame,

my mind unwilling to be glued back into one unit,shattered and divided into fractions.

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