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Oct 14
The edge.

Not the ledge.
The edge.
Something so sought after,
Yet elusive.

It boggles…..
The mind.
Toggles…..
The senses.

If you fall over.
It breaks
Into little pieces.
Of happiness.
And slumber
Note - I need a short break.

Are you afraid of heights?
Drab
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Drab  Agender/The final frontier
(Agender/The final frontier)   
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     Ben Noah Suresh and Boris Cho
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