The Borderline
Silent waves crash against a dull grey beach,
Where life, and death both feel just out reach
And endless plain of plain white light,
that only ceases during the moonless night
Despite my efforts to end the dark,
I can conjure up nothing,
not even a spark
The scent, lavender, and mildew
Coloured dark black with a bright white hue
Though defined they seem practically the same
Living on the edge and the borderline are two whole different games
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