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The-lit-wick-burnt-quick
I am the dipped stick
People are always referencing to

For two reasons:
One, is that I held on too long
Two, is because all but two fingers are gone

Lets look on the bright side, shall we...
I was a beautiful explosion!

A vibrant bouquet 
Of summer flowers in bloom
Emanating from my hand 
In offering to the night sky

There was an orange so serene
It could make the setting sun cry
At least I lost my pinky finger 
And not my right eye

The potassium and iron oxide
That filled the firecracker's column
Made brilliant scores of violet and red 
As visions of pyrotechnical plum ferries danced in my head 

There was also a yellow that looked as if it escaped from dreams
 Like a day lily in the morning that just busted its seams
This can be attributed to the explosive levels, of sodium
Which may of in turn resulted, with the loss of my thumb  

Iron was unmistakably there creating a pure gold
The color of the ring a lost extremity used to hold

Copper sulfate was present creating the truest of blue 
Five digits once stood where now there is two
Titanium, aluminum, or magnesium powders
Gave the finish a hurtful bright white
I may be giving a peace sign 
But everything is not alright



6/9/16 - real late at night

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