falling (HoO)

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i'm dangling
over a
black chasm.

the only thing keeping me
from the dark abyss
is him.

someone is moving above us
on the cliff's edge.
they call to us.

he looks up.
"meet you on the other side," he calls.
"promise me!" he tells them.
they promise.

and then his tight fingers
are uncurling from
the edge.

and we're



                       falling



                                       falling



                                                      falling.

-dangling over tartarus //n.h.

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