Fireworks rupture the smoke
gold stars like sky-sealed approval
burst trickle down
green
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Poetry
Fireworks rupture the smoke
gold stars like sky-sealed approval
burst trickle down
green
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She ties on her daughter's wings made not
of wax, leather, eagle feathers, but of
paper, ribbon
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Your Russian Blue is not crazy when she
somersaults off the armchair to run, run
run down the
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The first day of his life on earth began,
when a spark of magic from his soul ran
out from
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