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The End

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Frothy tea

hissing at my lips

as I quiver to some stranger’s

humane looks

I would do it again

jumping off the cliff

when eyes are turned elsewhere

I would fly down to somewhere

below a 1000 feet,where none

had ventured, I would throw

myself to rot quietly

in strange solemnity.

Its hard to answer the whys,

I see peeping in their eyes

like questions forbidden

like areas restricted.

I see no whys, but only

why nots

for what I would be alive?

all the reasons seem lost.

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