On chalkboard sky comes neon pyro-art, fireworks of gayest light to induce my gayest heart.
The firework was a rocket of black powder destined to shine its bright colours into the night.
From black powder to a brilliance to rival any star in the noble black night, the firework was all kinds of magic to me.
Packed within the firework was the blackest of black powders awaiting a spark to release the brightest rainbow hues the world has ever seen - now that's what I call magical.
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