Aaron Lynn Poems

Such a beautiful shield of ignorance.

The finest sense abolished with glee.
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What has come of my life?

What has come of my pride?
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If only you could see.
What lies behind these fragile eyes.
The knowledge of these tears.
The reason I seem malign.
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Forgive me, my Lord.
As I part from this womb.
Forgive me, my Lord.
As I plunge into doom.
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Reluctantly shedding my eyelids.
Oh, the horrible gift of sight.
Delight has been consumed.
I saw that wretched being.
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To his defense, I understand the problem that is at hand.
To his defense, I understand the turmoil behind all of this.
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Look into these mirrors.

What do you behold?
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Nine.
So mournful.
Yet, dripping with growth.
Give me no mercy, once again.
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I've tried to improve myself.

To outlast the pain and transcend.
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Heavenly aura.
Scorching July air.
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