sitting on the edge of greatness
quite deplorable this cliff i rest upon, its utterences lay me no comfort. instead i make steady awaiting winds that sweep, rains that weep. colder still grows the tolerance, words like "soon" and "someday" pass with light and slip into dark. behind me shadows of the past speak softly in my direction, bitter at first but soothing as they end. i
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