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The Cliff: A Tall Tale
Don't look down
They say
Starve yourself
Of the unknown
For nobody knows
What's below
I shield my eyes from the cliff
Proclaiming my distrust of the ledge
I sway as the wind
Whispers
Horrifying nothings in my ear
I dare not peak
Lest the bottom I seek
Tensing, I coerce the rock
To become one
With my feet
If earth hears my plea
Safety is guaranteed
I find
To my dism...
Wednesday 28th August 2024 9:32 pm
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