DarkGreenSoul15
Monday, October 7, 2013
Edge
With toes along the edge of the precipice
An edge slowly withering, eroding away
Staring down to a place where there's no coming back
Do I take a deep breath and dare?
Or do I fall back and run away?
The ocean is filled with love...
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