There, again, I used my light words as fragile balloons
to rise to the precipice
just to be swayed by the gentle and beguiling wind
which caressed me off the edge of my warmth in the fever of my excitement.
to rise to the precipice
just to be swayed by the gentle and beguiling wind
which caressed me off the edge of my warmth in the fever of my excitement.
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