
Copyright
2000, Sara Zwern
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- Chemistry
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- Bothersome buttons
- Live to be pushed,
- Like restless dominos
- Waiting to fall.
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- Like blips in an otherwise
- Seamless world,
- They seem to catapult
us
- Further away,
- And eternally apart,
- Until we give up
- In despair.
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- But never
- Underestimate a quarrel.
- When fielded with
- All the love we can
muster,
- Our stray hits
- Can bring us closer
together,
- Like a lonely fly ball
- Finding its way home.
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