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Oct 2018
Jump....
Off this cliff.

Silent voices whisper

Just reach,
Farther,
Below.

Touch the river...

Jump.

Water is blue.
And hate is as black
As love.

Angels don’t exist...
Anymore,

You clipped all their wings.

And if I jump
Now,

I won’t fly..
I’ll fall.
.....
muna
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