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His words dissipated
in the air
before they could reach
her lips.
Searching his eyes for
something that wasn’t there,
she was thinking of
Kerouac
and
Roman candles
but knew he wouldn’t understand
because burning brightly
was not in his nature.
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Lovely, Kerouac is wonderful, Thanks for sharing.
The Kerouac quote about mad people burning like Roman candles always struck a chord with me.