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Precipice

 
our words collide in
clouds we cannot see;  
they’re eager to become one  
again, and then again;
restless, our limbs are yet
longing for what has never been,
save a brief, passionate moment  
one glorious autumn long ago;
our souls found purchase atop
the darkness we found so  
readily in each other;  
the toxic buildup tore us down,
and flowers grew in our graves;
these are not those days ~
not anymore, my love;  
now we stand on the precipice,
one leg in the time that’s passed,
the other in an uncertain future

Written by LunaGreyhawk
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