Posted by howhopewaslost on

I’m behind the parapet looking over into the endless.

I bet she’s sleeping soundly at this very moment; wrapped or held and beyond the stars.

I feel the chasm call to me. It whispers sweet nothings and promises salvation.

I bet she is or will be loved.

So I leap.

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