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May 2013
so again we reach the end of the year
like the end of the line
like a cliffs edge

the ground that we all stood on disappears
and all at once
we jump to our deaths

but we never really die
we just fall until summer is over

and everyone falls in different directions
i fall down
and everyone i wanted to be a fall-buddy with
seems to fall up
and all of us fall of the earth
just in different directions
which leaves me to wonder how on earth
are there so many people on this planet
during the summer
when they've all fallen off?
Josh Koepp
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Josh Koepp  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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