The Verge

I stand.
I stand barefoot and naked.
On the verge between birth and death.
The verge between eternity and impermanence.
Between blooming and withering.
Between healing and hurting.
Between love and hate.
Between smiles and tears.
Between kisses and killing.
Between nothing and everything.
It is life.

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