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May 2016
We either fall

or we fly and there's no

no plateau on which to lay

to rest our heavy heads, hurtling

between each inevitable

windburntbloodscreamingcoursing

drop

and every

goddamnbreathbaringasphyxiating

                                                                  elevation.
Ella Gwen
Written by
Ella Gwen  F/England
(F/England)   
448
     Laurent and Ella Gwen
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