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On the edge...
a familiar bleakness
snuck inside to
haunts the feelings,
yet surprisingly pleasant
I missed the things
I didn’t cherish it anymore
my soul denied
what my heart desired
I hesitated, I struggled
the eulogy of the past
been in my pocket
long enough to memorize
but I couldn’t read it aloud
now,
the grave is covered in weed
the pyre soaked and wet
and I stood there
one foot to the light
one foot on the past
soon to
let go
one…
~
glad I chose the light
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