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Someone somewhere
set off a
spark
that
surrounded
the
sulfurous head
of a
paper match.

Lit,
it can't be
extinguished.
Though
easily
distinguished
It's pedigree
is
disagreed on.

The eternal
conversation.
White
against
black
in the world series of love.

I hide
from
disappointment.
They run
to rock
your shoes.