Ashleigh Wiggins Biography

Do you taste the scent of gasoline
My darling?
Can you feel the colors against your mind?
Hear the vibrant green of birdsong,
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Is it my soul that shines too brightly?
Or my mind, that refuses to succumb to mortality?
Am I the Icarus, who may never behold the sun?
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Oh Indy,
Did you expect me to falter,
Beg for you to share your wisdom?
Perhaps,
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Glowing globes of golden light,
Shimmering in rows of filed actions.
Slowly, they age,
Until dim orbs replace,
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Blindly I stay, wrapped in silk;
Restrained by ties of honeyed words,
Tightened by claws of silver birds.
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