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The girl strided across the blunt cliff edge,
An ebony crow called, far down the ledge
the sharp and bitter wind nipping, gnawing
at her porcelain, exposed skin, clawing.
A shiver ran up her spine as she walked.
As the dark and melancholy clouds stalked,
a silvery grey haze clogged up the air.
A numbing and pale frost clung to her hair.
A hot tear ambled slowly down her face.
The bitter, polar air cut like a mace.
As the girl took a shaky, shallow breath,
the air clasped her lungs tight, calling forth death.
Her heart fastened in the clench of her teeth,
so as to avoid sowing it beneath.
An Ode to Ignorance
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Ignorance
The cloying taste of mediocrity
The sweet lack of particular knowledge
Oh, how you bring mockery
For you, a homage
Ignorance
The repellent of worry and grief
Your innocence
Oh, your bliss and relief
Victims unaware of your imminence.
Ignorance
The sole lover of unawareness
The underappreciation of being unconscious
Oh, you are a beautiful tempest
of ignorance.
identities
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If I am him and he is I and he is gone, who am I?
Am I the upwards curve of his rosy lips as his ocean eyes meet mine?
Or the rhododendron blush that paints his face when morning draws nigh?
Perhaps, I am the faint flutter of his lashes as he tells me he has time.
A fool, I had been, believing such lies.
I should have known his days were limited to nine.
The transience of his heartbeat as his tongue ties,
twisting on a fine line
between a truth and a lie.
