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Jan 2016
Briefly forgetting
the color of fireworks,
thunderous applause;
my ears ringing.

Tell me what I'm doing here,
why I'm searching a crowd
of faceless strangers.

Don't tangle the stars
that map my way home,
Don't ask me if the flame
is responsible for the moth.
William AL
Written by
William AL  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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