I'm Ivette, a poet from the ironically named town, Albrightsville.

The Flame
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flicker.
A spark be-
tween pals.

spark.
A quiver of
amour.

quiver.
A insercure
burn of love.

burn.
A feeling
of comfort.

flicker.
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if you don't get the last part...you know how when a fire is at its peak, and then it dies down, all that's left is a flicker? that's what it is...yeah....