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Mar 2018
Wipe this hatred from my lip
Like the blood that burns our eyes.
Lick the essence of my change
For it is the only way into my
Love.

The air we covet is not
Good for us. We must cleanse it
Or it will deteriorate our cage
Of protection of which we depend
Upon.

Only we can see our future
For everyday we create a new one.
It is only us that knows our next,
The next that has yet come, my
Love.

To be ashamed of our yet is to be
Ashamed of what could be.
You must discover your heart,
The heart that forgets how evil it
Is.

For I have not found love, nor
Has it found me. We are both
Lost rarities in this precious world
Who may stay hidden as long as
Eternity.
Arielle
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Arielle  18/F/The States
(18/F/The States)   
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