By the time I realized,
We were at a cliff,
We were already falling,
And there is only one way,
This can end.
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Short and Bittersweets
AléatoireShort poems. No more than 8 lines long. Fragments of thought really. Pretty words for the sake of pretty words.
This is dangerous
By the time I realized,
We were at a cliff,
We were already falling,
And there is only one way,
This can end.
