"Precipice"
I remember what it was like, to collect in your eyes and spill forth, To run down your face so softly, like fingers making hesitantly to grasp, And you'd turn, a mirrored image, and oh, how you could fade like happiness.
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I am a shortform and free-verse poet. I aim to capture moments, and the feeling in such moments, with images using words. I'm also, funnily enough, a photographer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kingdavidphotography/
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