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At birth, we are all sentenced to life- to live. Highest Rankings: #4 in poembook #4 in poemcollection © z. t. corley, 2024

PERSISTENCE

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by UNWILTED

by UNWILTED

I am sick of the persistence of beauty

And the beauty of persistence

I want to persist not for myself

But for her

I want her to look at me

Not looking away

I want to exist in the here of somewhere else

At least once before I die

I want her to know I did not mean

To pull away from her so quickly

I want her to know I wish I had held on

For a few seconds longer

I want her to know I am holding on