Daily Post Precipice

Fall is pushed onto me like adolescence on a tyke

The expectation and energy of real change

Another precipice to tumble from

Reminding me summers love long back blurred

A relationship changed into a putrefying wound

Overflowing decay conceal sweetly with the fragrance of sugar coated words




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