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Looking up, I can see the old moon In the arms of the new one. Here I stand, at the edge of my demise Overlooking the city on this building, To gaze at how the bustle of this metropolis Begs for release. I will be the first. I stand on the edge of my demise, Its crowds of people faltering between Fate and struggle, This city of revolution Where blood has been spilled on its streets. I overlook the hustling crowds and see, Down below, The swinging lifestyles, Thieves and soothsayers on every corner, Talebearers and backstabbers along the sidewalks. Standing at the edge of my demise, I long for wings to fly away Like a dove, harmless and at rest I would be. Atop this elevated place, The light of early morning shines along These towers of terror. As I lift my foot to step off the edge, I notice a puddle next to me. Staring into this small basin of identity, It reveals what I have missed––– I remember what I have missed in me. My face is unlike the rest of those Who populate this hustling city.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
Revealed
Looking up, I can see the old moon In the arms of the new one. Here I stand, at the edge of my demise Overlooking the city on this building, To gaze at how the bustle of this metropolis Begs for release. I will be the first. I stand on the edge of my demise, Its crowds of people faltering between Fate and struggle, This city of revolution Where blood has been spilled on its streets. I overlook the hustling crowds and see, Down below, The swinging lifestyles, Thieves and soothsayers on every corner, Talebearers and backstabbers along the sidewalks. Standing at the edge of my demise, I long for wings to fly away Like a dove, harmless and at rest I would be. Atop this elevated place, The light of early morning shines along These towers of terror. As I lift my foot to step off the edge, I notice a puddle next to me. Staring into this small basin of identity, It reveals what I have missed––– I remember what I have missed in me. My face is unlike the rest of those Who populate this hustling city.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
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