After the AA Game
Above the right field fence
rockets flare
& shine like fragile stars
clean & brief
If only living would
burn so bright
my fractured, wispy heart
might find peace
posted by Lee @ 16:44
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Friday, June 10, 2005
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Reading this poem fills me with a sense of irony in light of our recent converstaion--my own desire for life to be colored more by low contrast pastels or even muted neutrals...You can have some of my fireworks!
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