Sometimes
it's like a lighter that no longer works,
but you keep it around anyway.
It lays on the coffee table, no one trows it out.
You find it in your pocket and just put it back.
It can't do anything for you anymore
but you don't want to throw it away.
then one day it works once,
for no reason.
Then it's really finished.
Then you throw it away.
Maybe we know that's when were going die,
after you have that one spark that makes a flame.
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