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Like Fireworks During A Storm
Everyone stared out the windows while I stared at the page
 Everyone talked over coffee while I let the world fade
 Not a soul in the world dared disrupt me, 'til I saw him sit down
 Slid a drink toward my side of the table without making a sound. 
 It was peppermint, I could smell it, I looked up and he smiled
 "You looked lonely" he said with a weird look, and just sat for awhile
 "I wasn't" I said, rather bluntly, I do that; but he didn't seem phased
 He just pulled his chair closer and took off his jacket and asked me my name.
 I told him I didn't like peppermint and asked him why he was so strange
 He told me that he didn't either and asked if I wished he would leave
 I looked at him closely, I looked in his eyes, they were dark greenish gray
 He was beautiful; I liked looking at him, and I said he should stay
 He was weird, I liked it; there weren't enough beautiful boys like this one
 I tried not to laugh when he talked but he made the world happy for once
 An hour went past without letting me realize it had slipped by
 Cuz we talked about everything, down to the moon on the fourth of July
 I was kicking myself, I liked him, and this guy was too nice
 I was scared of the nice ones, I didn't like flowers, or calls every night
 He was different though, better than that, prolly never bought flowers before
 He seemed far too reckless, but perfect, like fireworks during a storm
 Nobody did that; "More people should do that, it'd make the world crazy", he said.
 "Cuz crazy is different and different is perfect, and perfect is good."

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