A Journey Briefly Interrupted - RIL, HOLWLINGS

Hair spooled on a hand,    
feet, body, and mind    
angled at 60 degrees    
on a cliff's edge,    
the breeze, the breeze    
is so skillfully impaired    
heart and soul,    
screaming jump, jump
jump ^ this may be your  
last chance to hold
and did, but for what    
trying to sort it out,    
putting together pieces    
of now    
Lost, no not lost,    
everything created in    
these moments will  
follow  .....

Written by HowlingWhelms (Noire)
Author's Note
2020 - Infinity of the numeral of Always
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