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Nov 2011
Rolling them around on my tongue,
Holding them slightly still with my teeth,
Letting them dissolve into thin air,
The pop rocks burst into one million pieces;
Like a balloon on the tip of a pin,
Filled to the peak with cool air,
Leaving me with one moment of untainted delight.
claire
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