A Distant Dark
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Ilya Harper, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2020
I am neither here nor there
There is nothing left for me
No sweet scent or-
Alas, no imagination or thought
A whisper on the wind
I doubt
But a memory I could be
I would share with you
If I could-
But I am gone
And love the light
As the endless dark
Comes for you