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On
the Precipice |
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by W.F. Manchester |
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| I walked into the clouds calling
your name, |
| My voice echoing amongst the
shades, |
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My cries touching the very stars… |
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| High on the precipice of eternity, |
| I saw you beckon me with
outstretched hand, |
| Your lips parted sensuously, |
| And your breasts heaved
impatiently, |
| As I stood faltering at the portal
of our reunion… |
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| The step so vast, |
| The crevasse so deep, |
| The result so uncertain, |
| My indecision hangs about my
shoulders, |
| A mantle of shame for all to
witness. |
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