The Fall
I suppose a cliff approaches, and I might just tumble off. Perhaps my end encroaches, just because I'm not so tough. I know the depths might scare me, I know they might be hollow. But there's a difference there, see? They might also be shallow. I'll only know once I drop off and face the deepest depths. But whether that's deep like love, or shallow, I'll never guess.
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