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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
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