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Matchsticks - Revisited 10/17/2012

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Nichrysalis

Published: Oct 17, 2012

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I pocket my to-do list;

purchase a packet of matches.
I scratch-ignite, scratch-

ignite with circus-sideshow curiousity.

The path of least resistance
on a matchstick does not exist;
I strike with the match head.

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I got rid of Pluto (references). Other edits were made as well.

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glossolalias

Oct 17, 2012

i love this. it's so simple but thoughtful.

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