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parallels in paths
worn smooth by duty,
to meet on the edge
of life's cliff
our destiny


there is one
who holds this heart,
in the palm of his hands
he juggles more than words


oh for the nights,
a symphony of bones
and skin entwined as one
where there is no start or end


Style / type: 
Free verse
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I'd have 'of life's cliff' as one entire line joined to the preceding line. Our destiny could stand alone.
I'd get rid of 'only' in the next vignette. Some strong emotions in this.

"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

edited... thanks from way over here.


"While I'm writing, I'm far away;
and when I come back, I've gone."
— Pablo Neruda

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