Pop Rocks

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He doesn't get it,

I see the stairs, why can't he?

With a shrug and a tear

I took a reality-hit,

developing all my late night fears.

I sighed, and tumbled around my house,

finding my way into mom's room.

On the bed lies her old blouse,

and a rose of the old groom.

Memories.


In her swirling drawer,

i found some pretty rocks!

A shiny one,

a flat out diamond.

What good fun

it'll be to show to that nice guy at my school!

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