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¶ 1
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The razored steel
Collides with red.
A spark ignites
That once was dead.
¶ 2
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A flickering flame
Illuminates the box.
The whistle blows,
The champagne drops.
¶ 3
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A man forlorn,
Worn down by fame,
The wind picks up.
The spark’s aflame
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 by Sam Karlsson (12.2.03)
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Great poem. My favorite line is the ‘worn down by fame’ much like my favorite artist.