TRAGIC Poem: Twisted Fate, by Sean Koperek

She loved the sun, he didn’t. He worked the graveyard shifts, she worked the morning.
She lit up the room, he was misunderstood as gloom. He had few friends, her friends’
faces were a blur. She was always moving, he stood still. He enjoyed the natures’
beauty; she wanted the next fad. She had her head in the heavens and stars, his sight
narrow. He crooked as they came, she was a star. She was fuschia pinks, he was berry
blues. He was night and she was day. But they both died in that car crash.

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