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FALLING
My fingers hooked
To the edge of the pit,
Feet flailing for hold.
I kiss a patch of flowers
Scented like their beauty
And even as I dangle,
I adore.
bottom of page
FALLING
My fingers hooked
To the edge of the pit,
Feet flailing for hold.
I kiss a patch of flowers
Scented like their beauty
And even as I dangle,
I adore.