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Jul 2015
The wind blowing
As I continued to swing
Over the cliff
Back to the surface
Over the cliff
Back to the surface

The sun did set
Shooting orange into my veins
The moon overhead
Illuminating my skin
Mars and Venus spun
The trees turning gray

And yet, I swung
Went over the cliff
Screaming at the abyss
And back again
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Mal Brown
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Mal Brown  South Carolina
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