Poetry · Writing

fleeing mist; a cliff on a postcard

change your lives in a few second;

biggest fear is not being there

when the ones you love most need you

left dangling off the edge

ready to jump

with a faulty cable

i see it at night

in front of me like a mist

barely there

and i wasn’t

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