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We hunted for the perfect sticks. And threw them in the water. Mine was ****** into The avalanche Not to be seen by us again. You sit, Downstream, On a boulder looking over the falls What a well of pain And suffering. In a parallel world maybe you jumped in. Or maybe I pushed you.
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Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
Waterfall
We hunted for the perfect sticks. And threw them in the water. Mine was ****** into The avalanche Not to be seen by us again. You sit, Downstream, On a boulder looking over the falls What a well of pain And suffering. In a parallel world maybe you jumped in. Or maybe I pushed you.
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Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
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