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sitting at the cliff's edge (Free verse) by nentwined sitting at the cliff's edge,
I muse
that here is where I used to come
with lovers
when lovers there were
and we could imagine ourselves alone
in wilderness
when wilderness was scarce
and the world was full
and alone we'd be together and together
the world would fade
and all that would be was the two of us
and the rocks and the sea and windy gusts
clinging us each tighter to the other
and now the rocks and sea and windy gusts remain
while people a dream become
and sterile I,
or close enough
the last alive,
or close enough
peer over the edge,
or close enough
and long for city traffic.
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