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May 2016
It's exactly that
a steep drop down
the world at your feet
the ground rushing to your face
throwing caution to the wind:
a sharp slice as you plummet
a piercing whistle in your ears
that irresistible siren call
your control wrested

What waits at the bottom?
jalc
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jalc
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