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Into a Precipice

 

 

Sitting upon a precipice,

Created by the running river

That comes and goings beyond the horizons,

 

The sun adorning the ripening sky

Without friend to be accompanied by

 

Seeing myself

Yet not myself

 

Experiences that would have only been transitory

Not experienced, not willing to try,

 

About to break my generationís horizons,

I think of what will come, I shiver

I do not wish to find out what is under the precipice

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