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Ioana Georgiana

Romania

Starry Night

January 22, 2016

PROMPT: Icicle

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We met on a starry night
The musty air intoxicated my lungs
What I thought was an unforseen coincidence
Turned  out to be fate.

The story of star-crossed lovers
Anticipated by something as simple
A knife sharp, frigid object
An icicle.

Shooting from above
It hit through my chest
A dagger grazed my skin
And then you came along.

You swept me away
Called me a damsel in distress
With a single word "So?"
Everything has  changed.

Isn't it ironic?
How something meaningless
Wrote the first chapter
Of our transcending love story.

I have the scar to prove it.

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