Were I an Honest Puck

I stand at cliff’s edge looking out at the sky…  there in that private place it doesnt matter if it should, it comes back without questions like why? and what does this mean? Are still as small as we seem?

And there are all the love I give comes back.

And your arms take up my slack…

It is there at the edge that I let my heart fill with this love, and I fall, making this and everything in it, or after it.. worthwhile at all…

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