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Heartfall
hanging there its waiting
each and every little part
dangling just on the edge
the avalanche in my heart
snow melted has frozen,
stones skitter on a rink,
quick to rip and tumble
before I can even think
waiting at a precipice
crawling ever nearer
my fate in your hands
kismet never clearer
further descent of snow
dead weight on icy rock
I can...
Wednesday 18th November 2020 10:51 am
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