standing on a precipice.
just over the edge…
i see it. i smell it. i feel it.
the crispness of a fresh apple,
once separated after biting…
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just over the edge…
i see it. i smell it. i feel it.
the crispness of a fresh apple,
once separated after biting…
Continue reading “it’s here”