Is the edge of the cliff
the time of your death?
Or the realities sudden wiff
of: "this is not your final breath".
Are the falling skies
tumbling over your head?
Or your happy moments in disguise,
from the tragic ending in red.
The conception of lives subtractions and additions
is the everlasting question to find lives prohobitions
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Is the edge of the cliff
the time of your death?
Or the realities sudden wiff
of: "this is not your final breath".
Are the falling skies
tumbling over your head?
Or your happy moments in disguise,
from the tragic ending in red.
The conception of lives subtractions and additions
is the everlasting question to find lives prohobitions
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