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On the Verge
by
Aaron L. White
i was hungry for a star, or a raindrop of
hope.
just looking at the sky to find an answer or two.
so i whispered and i wondered in sentences half-made,
and the world began to improvise with commas.
i thought about the fruit, ambrosia of the gods.
i ate the tasty nectarines that fell from the tree.
but it didn't taste so sweet, there was bitterness inside;
i guess that i should always have known better.
and here i am. all alone and
i know that i want to, keep trying for myself
and never ever look back.
with a glance and a prayer, or something like that,
maybe everything will float back into place.
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