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Nov 2019
She broke my rip cord,
took a stick through
the cloth I used
to make my
parachute.

So, when
I was ready to
commit to her,
the fabric ruptured.

While I was falling
and calling her name,
she was moving
on faster than
any forest flame.

So, fully loaded,
a heavy form
fell from heaven
and crashed into
the ground that
made me go splat.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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