A Riddle

April 23, 2009
By Mary Jacobs BRONZE, Raleigh, North Carolina
Mary Jacobs BRONZE, Raleigh, North Carolina
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I smell like ice
And taste like space
Shadowed by connotations of power and forever
Love
I am a symbol of all those things
I am indestructible; I scratch my way through the pages of history
For this we pay a greater price
Powaqqatsi



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