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The Edge



He walked to the edge
And peered down in the depths
He saw himself at the bottom
A mangled mess

Questions poured into his mind
Madness seeped out through his eyes
His heart wrinkled slowly
In it’s cage

He fell to his knees

The world flashed like a bulb
Life passed him by
His hair turned gray
His skin wore thin
The shadows crept closer

The sun was falling,
Night’s moon rising
His sight was fading
Along with his memories

Down he went,
Over the edge




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