Sparks in the sky
Your eyes, like the fireworks of the night
The 4th of July, sparks flew higher then the buzz on his lips, brighter then the sun in her soul, and stronger then the vibrations that floated upon each other.
As if she was staring into her own twinkling midnight eyes, the show had only just begun.
Innocent moments created within the space in her mind.
Blood flowing, thoughts forming, intentions setting.
She was the masterpiece of a lifetime as if her soul was the fire to their night.
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