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14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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First poem of the year.

with the little pieces of carbon
i fall to the ground
the firework's lost that sparkle
with that awesome sound

my spark was incendiary
my brightness now a hue
for just i was a superstar
but now the end i'm due

i know i've lived my moment
i know it wasn't a lie
so content i'd be, sitting
watching the others fly.

::composed 5 Jan:with help from littleprince's keywords:depressed over mediocrity::

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Hey nice one,
a lot more fluid and literary.

did your original poem stem from the heart or was it just an inspiration?

anyway, my short piece was in response to your piece... with the impression that your composition came from the heart.

hmmm tough question...
let me deliberate on it...

excerpts of the verse hinted something i was familiar with, so...

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